Ayoola Goodyness Olanrewaju writes

a muse for me

i dance tonight...

so i dance over the face of the moon
in the regalia tailored by euphoria
the night is a friend on a night dance...

the stars send me coins of whispers
in twinkling letters
they say i am the tickling laughter
that mends the broken ribs of gods...

they say i am the ankles of a sugarcane
too hard too sweet
for the crush of villainous teeth...

they bring me the sun cake and
plead i make a wish...

so i wish only a smile...

that one smile that took my lips
in a snapshot over a rugged background...

Trying to Smile -- Scott Spencer