Your Eyes

(Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine

toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till

i am tilted to your adorned essence.

May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.

 
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn

wherein our love is lighted.

Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.

Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.