The Inkings of Me

I find it sexy being a poet

having reached the depths

of so many words.

I call it a mental pinnacle,

a touch leaving my mouth 

drooling to taste one more.

Me wanting to explore what would

grow from a mind so rooted,

planted in my very melanin earth.

It irks me too, getting myself all

riled up, dialing up my poetic

nectars instilled in me since birth.

I’m a quiet soul, but behold I’m 

severely poignant and it shows,

bestowing me everything.

This Nigerian gene pools over 

everything endearing to reach a 

culmination in his mind, and it seeps.

It seeps into a connectivity with

joining rivers who like to flow the

same way, and rip tides like me.

It keeps reminding me why poetry 

is a first love, while it holds on

seductively like a Poetess feening..

Hmm, for more

—JG   ©2026