Wife of My Youth
Like a new thirst in the desert
My heart was soaked in thoughts and desires
Dominating was the longing to be held
Held in ecstasy, fondled in the embrace of another
Despite several invasions, tramplings and happenings
Faith smiled and there came the presence of a silver-line
A beauty I can call mine
A sprout of rose to lace my horrors
Smiles with no word said
Moments of joy saturated with affections
Days of fantancies when the little one in me tickled in happiness
Playing on the strings of lightening, singing in the rain
A time when stars fondled my mind
And my heart laid on the bed of cares
No one could be this to me
No other, except my wife.
Copyright © Joseph Babatunde | Year Posted 2021
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