BLANKET

Brood me around your body
For I'm not a toddler in this weather
Bend you over to me
Like an infant corn stalk in the fields
Police your eyes on my waving self
For yours is Goliath than mine

Hit me back and hard
With a latitudinal cycling rhymes
Not of those of your ink
But the pen that bore the ink
Hack my system today
For not of my fault
But the network of Sahara

Haven is in heaven
Below my diaphragm is the height
That build me to sigh
Gently Champion man
I wouldn't cry but sigh in rhymes

©Fuseini Kamaldeen