Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore,
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience,
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore.
Till your breath murmurs
my first name with every inhale
Till my voice is the only sound
your ears want, need to hear.
rest my head on your bosom
Enjoy the sweet tunes composed by
every noted word you harmonise
Tales of your life stories before they became entwined with mine
Narratives about your dreams
About who breaks your glassy heart
And what tickles your eye-ducts
into opening a flood of tears.
an inner world of wishes
she deserves beautiful things,
The Nubian Queen, Flower Child.
[inspired and dedicated to my muse – a banquet of beauty, a model of black excellence and a colourful character and a bubbly spirit. God bless her soul.]
(c) 2016. Phila Dyasi. All Rights Reserved. Intellectual property of author.
…in my humble opinion #NuBlaccSoUl