Hide me in the warmth of your tender foliage
Wrap me in the contours of your arms
Clothe my nakedness with
The petals of your unending love
Lose me in the waves of their maze.
Touch my soul and heal my body
Quell the storm that tore me ablaze
Heal the injuries that named me sore.
That I may spread my arms
And lick your nectar
That I may find myself lost in your white heat
Your innocent white heat and Eden-like passions.
Sprinkle your ornamental ointments
And let my spirit glow
Like twinkling stars and the rising sun.
Divulge my heart and leak my sweetness
Let this secret be shown to all.
I wear a heart that bleeds at night
When the mangroves have slept and awoken.
I live in the coitus of your bloom
In the soul of the moon.
Your sun is my muse
the new face of my music … my glee.
I lost the song that made me grow
But now yours is the music on my lyre
the vibration of my drums
And the twist in my dance.
These steps I dance … for you and
By Chiamaka Offor
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