Love From A Volcano Poem by Felix Bongjoh

Love From A Volcano
What is love, if not
the fire of a grin,
jumping from a mouth
of dahlia
laden with stars

of teeth, white grains
coated with snow
that melts in a deluge
brewed by rivers.

In a marshy bush
the rivers dump waters.

Into towers the waters swell
to settle in old mountains
that rumble and groan
with a lion's den of a volcano.

But love also flows
through dry tussock grasses
in a harmattan bush

growing manes
to bump out from the man
too bloated with it
to stand the magma from
those loving teeth
that snowed from a firmament.

Let love not turn
into a bouquet of white daffodils,

spiky molars
mauling the only green flesh
left of dawn's gold

to bleed in the scarlet lake
of a flushed daisy daylight
spinning with swelling bubbles
of dusk in a hot cauldron.