by Benedict Miles Ezeani

Trapped in my own desiresfist clenched in pains of pleasuretempted by my feeble eyesmy skin yearns for the warmth of ecstasymy soul plunged in absolute darknessmy thoughts are hidden under a blooming frightmy heart lost, my soul lost its touchmy heart melted by the flames of lustwhat I seek is hidden among the starsfar from my reachI hallucinate before I feel its sense of touchas I take a leap of faith in to the alligator skyhope guide me through the cloudsfor greatness calls my namemy soul dances to the melody of its fluteI pray thee my maker guide me through