Bone Fire Poem by Folayemi Akande

Come ye alluring bird of June
Sing to me in your fairest tune
My soul is dead, need a reboot
Spark me high from this endless mute.

Got what it takes my bonefir' heart
To make me your man wher'ver you at
People like us are cursed by love
To love and love, still neve' 'nough

My true love for you grows younger
As our days advance much older
A rare love like you is not true
It takes years and years to acrue.

It's a cold world we found ourselves
Let's make fir' from our warm clothed