The Clay Poem by Michael Oluwasegun Adesiji

From the finest of clay
Came a being
In the potter's shape
With a chocolate rich skin
He blings,
All through some sunny days.

Let him be mine
For a while, if not forever
Let me be called his concubine,
If not his lover.

This the brawlers would say
With a pageant move
Unto their kinds
An action which soon
Became a groove
Each time their darling crush moves.

Of course, all tongues love chocolate
To lick or maybe suck
To peel and feel
The richness of nature
Specifically, of clay

Now, I feel puzzled
Or rather dismayed, I should say
As the most wanted candy
How do I feed the populace?

If not to feed, how do I keep
Annabel and Mariam away
How do I keep
Rachael and Mirabel
Far from this space.

How do I shield these tongues
These gazes from each
And every point of my way
How do I end
The love of women
For the clay?

©Onyedikachi: The Cub To The Seven Gods.