I Call Your Name Poem by Obodokasi Ade'etem Agbor

I will call you the morning dews
That salutes the farmer's feet by morn news,
I will call your name.

I will call you with the stainless
Fervency of a child desiring
It's mother's breasts,
Alas, those sweet breasts.

On the aftermath of a rainy day
I'll throw my hands And catch a rainbow
Write your name on it And hang it Same way-
Verily, that bow will bear an added colour.

I call your name
Like the wing'd seraphs of heaven
Singing alleluia to the heavenly amen.
I call you my dame.

I call your name,
I hear your voice resound from the vales,
A sweet song from a sweeter songstress.
And that my nightingale
Is the reason I call your name.