I’ve been searching the faces of women
For glimmers of life – green fields,
For my soul;
I’ve been looking for that one soul that
Makes red flames.
I’ve always sought Ecstasy
And sunset feelings,
In the eyes of women,
When it’s beautiful to sing
With the night songbird.
I’ve searched for centuries,
Until Cinci.
I found it all in her smile,
Laden with deep dimples
Full to the brim,
With milky honey.
I found it all
In the ever present dreams
Of a walk with her
Under the orange full moon.
She is a fairy tale beauty
Whose charms has got me in knots,
Pliant to her whims,
From our first meeting,
On the white stones of yikpata.
She’s the goddess
Whose Rain
Makes my heart green,
Alive.
***
During the last harmattan
As we played in a red garden,
My eyes spoke to hers
About deep desires
Of Lips, dancing
On each other.
And She smiled
Like the early lights of summer
To a soul, thirsty for laughter.
***
The night before had been laden with rain
And, the night before that, with gloomy clouds.
Until she came, bearing that smile.
Cinci smiled and love came dancing
Like a bride. .
She smiled and the gloom
Gave way to cherries in full bloom.
She smiled and my soul danced.