Love like an Inferno a Boy by Osemwengie Zion

Love is like a boy having hot porridge in his mouth.

 

He hurts,

Yet unwilling to let go.

 

A poet folds his lover’s name into a song

And rolls it around his teeth.

 

He silently chops it into letters,

And sews her into a fine song.

 

Father always said in his few moments of sobriety,

 

When you find love,

However small like a firefly,

Tend to it till it becomes an inferno.

 

Though it hurts, don’t spit it out.

 

Hold on to it as a boy holds hot morsels

Between his teeth,

Unwilling to let go.