Image Credit: Kerry Park
Wura from the black soil - a winsome fairness
Unspeckled skin – sacred
to the spectacles
Rays recollected in a
feminine silhouette
All eyes can’t but
slumber in the stupor of admiration
Oh! Are the orbs of your
oval face moulded from the soil of the sun?
oval face moulded from the soil of the sun?
Let your
lamp of love
lighten the labyrinth of my heart
Accept prithee my poetic
platonic proposal...
lamp of love
lighten the labyrinth of my heart





