Breathing of time

Tickles of the seconds, slit in my throat
Voices of the dinosaur maiden, words are not voices
Patiently awaits my fading pen
Sacrilege to nature's liturgies

Tickles of the seconds, a rising sun
Birth of a nation, Freedom is not free
Heroes and salient paid with sweats
Blood is thicker than water, sweat is thicker than blood.

Tickles of the seconds, dawn of a romance
Kisses in the moonlight, lust is love
Deception is Truth, Truth is feigned
Married strangers, house is a manger

Tickles of the seconds, breathing of time
I drove round the clock, labour is not wealth
Gradually, scalp is nursing greys
I grow older and closer to the grave.

Tickles of the seconds, dusk is nigh
My heart pants, the ground is my roof
The words I breathe is my world
My world that breathes on after I draw the curtain

Tickles of the seconds, rest not on the laurels
Salivates not for the next hour, offing might be soggy
Bask in the tickles of the seconds, it's all yours
Hmmmmmm.. HAPPY BREATHE-DAY..
Obafemi Shedrach(Cherdyb)© 2017