An eye that burns
I love your eyes,
My eyes?
Yes, your radiant dark eyes,
Like the winter snow
With wooing gaze
In glowing ember.
The one at our first night met
A shudder of diagnostically lust symptom.
Into my jerking spine,
To what the med might refer love burst entanglement
Was not i entrapped in the web of your covetous gazes,
That now at this night under where we cleave
Our souls now bound,
By the wounded branches,
Under ease of thrushes carol.
Your eyes was doused,
A moment beyond your infant measure,
A delusional love symptom,
I to my under skin diagnosed a sentence,
A sickness of lasting illusion,
To what eternity must behold.
I love your eyes,
From contours of raiding streets,
To jasmines of fine fragrance,
Beholding a covetous gaze
Under rippled twilight,
Up-ridding my pane in luscious humor,
With eyes of glowing tremor,
To my bosom deeply before embraced.
Your eyes,
To all endear and behold,
Before the hallows at dawn enroll
Coach me to your sensual session
With your luscious sweep of brow,
That eternity might to your infant rise enclave.
All that our passions now engraved
I would again love your eyes,
If till my dying days still aglow,
With wings of chariot faith enclose
To my pensive state acclaim.
That this night,
My last struggling days avail.
I love your eyes because i love you,
I love you because your eyes is of luminous hue.
poem by Folayemi Akande
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