Del Proto Poem by Ike Chime

The plane pierced the cloud membrane
separating the sky
exposing your undulating topography
which stared me in the face boldly
making me shift in my stiff sedate

Drinking the beauty you spread
naked before my eyes
this great sight that is you.
Made me shout ‘Lo! there you stand
pretty damsel'

Welcome me in open arms,
unto your warm bosom
del Proto, Villa Real, Porto,
her royal highness
light me up with your glow

soak me in your wetness
beautiful ones
or would I say
let me fly on the wings
of your sweet Porto wine’