Keep Or Kill Poem by Vincent Onyeche

I see good loving
As an hibernating beer
The best of all;

The mute in hush
Just like a cold in its frost
It keeps love in check.

Please don't wake it up
My head is directly under its month
And my chest is wrapped by its claws
If you do, love will begin to bleed:
It would not be suicide
If only It isn't awaken.

Love is the currency in heaven
When it cuddles me,
I feel rich in its padded fat,
And younger on it love pad
I am that it either keeps or kills
Please don't wake it up.