To My Love

Feelings of my heart, pouring like a foss To the queen goddess of Pothos and Himeros Before her alluring reflection I’m nak’d My bones, flesh consum’d and spirit possess’d With a fuddled heart fallen out of ease Drunk of love like palm wine to the lees. Omosi, pretty woman, daughter of Anwu Me, none of the women of all climes do Make sojourn ten seas and vales by heart In one day and yet not a single step far, The mystery of your nature to know If beauty a mask worn and love a shadow. What’s this desire for her that’s prisoned me That bitter herbs turned sweet honey? Her whisper is music divine that diminishes A host of Angels echoing Gloria in Excelsis; Her embrace’s elixir for life’s incubuses And I’d forget my worries in her embraces. Sweet love, sweet sweet love making The body swings, the heart ever longing To eat of her forbidden fruit and so Be drown in sensation as deep as the Congo That ever more takes freedom and innocence From me and leaves a heavy heart thence. Is’t by fate my heart be ever restless For her? Or predestined to be I guess. Though beauty fleets, love an illusion pass And the acid test of time makes her carcass She’ll rouse my heart and my manhood too To refute the norm that makes a taboo. She’s my heart made to be ever forlorn To our love that’s worn a crown of thorn By them who never know or can tell That the pangs of being denied love is hell With consuming regret, desire and endless sigh And that’s all there’s, nothing else beside!