Pick a Pen and Pen Her

Pick a pen and pen her That piece of African so curved With angles, triangles and cubes Whispering “no mistake, no mistake” Pick a chair and sit with her The sparkling eyes glowing as fire Shoot their ways into helpless men The men whose hearts can’t resist attack Pick an apple and offer her That piece shall enjoy sweet bites And apple mimes, “bite me more, more” Get me more tickling bites of your teeth Pick courage and eye her without waver Shapely her nose and ears and mouth are Each with twinkling waves of perfection Telling myriad tales in the hearts of men Pick silence and listen to her interior The kindly loving calmness lie waiting Talking with no talk, looking with no eye Provoking, perplexing, puzzling eyeless eyes Such is the nature of Cynthia, rare piece of African Dedicated to all ladies called Cynthia living in the cradle land of humanity