A Kindling Poem by Erwin Maramat

A Kindling



A girl.

A kindling to light up sleepy stars in a cold universe engulfed by the darkness.

She brings seasons to stillwater;

reasons for stones to pulsate

and a borrowed sun from a borrowed time to radiate.

She is the why,

The why of torturing a bladder

so I can stay longer to cling on every amorphous words shaped by her lips;

music to my ears;

alms for my destitute spirit;

I opt to stay and stagnate

so I can see the gleaming of her polished eyes;

a sphere I came to venerate.

She thinks herself an ocean,

and I, a drifter bouncing and gliding over the rhythm of the waves, her waves.

Do you think it madness?

I have a taste for all things beautiful,

and that's what she is,

a love child spurt of heaven's and perfection's tryst.

A girl.

A kindling.

—Erwin D Maramat/Erwinism

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 14 August 2021

Beautiful love poem written from the heart, lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.

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