Save Me A Wind. Poem by Olamide Adebayo

The sun!
I could feel,
Burning beneath my uneasy integument,
Dead were the cells
Ameliorating my gay,
Spoils of a war against distress,
All now for me to embrace.


Sultry robe
Iring me,
To sojourn a perceptive insight
Of an elusion intensified.
Gripping pleasure's comrade against me.


The fruition!
Restraining me to ills and spoils,
Once more restored
To duty of my felled comfort.
The drum of a felicity gaincoming,
Again beaten in praise-singing
Of a succor rendered me
By the appealing comeliness of Nature.