Written by: k k iloduba jnr

when the fiery stars hover their spears
over the dim forests,
and the burning moon makes love
to the naked sea,

When springs spins the pasture around
and the Nightingale stays up all night,

When the murmuring river
has a few of us whom it whispers in the ear,

When no one is around
but you and me,
......your ochre lips i have to kiss wet.