Bed Of Roses Poem by DUW Robinson

I want to lie in a bed of roses
And be in your arms when the sun goes in
Kisses and butterflies to keep my head spinning
And in my dreams watch you shake your waist of beads

Feathers of eagles adorn your crown, my native queen
The priest says the gods have prepared you for me
Come sit in my laps while I sing
For you and for me and for our love between

Tell me the secret, my love, do tell
Why I try to leave you but always fail
The message of the dove into my blanket fell
The spirits and the gourd and the flute wish us well

The rivers have run dry for us
The gods refuse their meal and have taken on a curse
The gourd rejects its wine save for a few drops
I gaze from my mother's kitchen into yours

We await Ikemefuna from your loins
The first fruit of our many boys
This village and that and the other across
Are gathered outside between the shrine and our hut

Put Ikemefuna between us both
Let the maid prepare for him leaves as coat
The air and trees bless us with the birds' notes
The sun has risen upon the bed of roses on which we float

TIM