Inking My Love Not Poem by OPWONYA JOEL ONEN

Today got me peeping
For the book inside shelves
Looking for a pen to shed off
The emotions uncountable

Today got me whispering
To the birds of rose colour
Perching on the branch in the
Neighborhood, lonely

Today got me in the morning
Waking up, listening to lines
Of my books, arranged like
Gills of tilapia crying

Inking this to you,
Dear one listen to this new letter
How old he has been
Rubbing the balls in the pages

Then later, I will not show
Myself to that new teacher
To come about my ink pot
Shading the beauty of your heart.