The Guest Poem by Garba Ado Ibrahim

Sun shines in the day the moon in the dark. Guest of blood commander makes her speak. Racing and pounding then skip the tick, in fear and pleasure making some spark. I beg you the queen to answer for king. No wonder you are queen, becoming the best queen. Like moon and stars dancing in sky, great the moon great the dancing so high. Vulture the pray i to fly, fly and fly and vanish so high. When the king forgets the queen; feels above the king; with excitement pleasure and pain. Decency and calmness the cleanness, brightness the source of my happiness. I wince for the pain coming with pleasure. So radiant smile with no any pressure. Lay making sleep yet the sleep is insisting. Dream and reality the face makes hunting. Except for sweetest ears lost the hearing. Flip through pages the face takes the tasking, indeed, the queen caught the king. What a catching?