On Borrowed Night Poem by Folayemi Akande

Let the fragments of sunlit nest in your eyes
Make the soft wind blow as cordial as your smile
Let your sweet impulse enfold the pregnant skies
The angels and flowers your beauty do rile.

O mother-of-pearl, you sing to me as lark
Your voice sleeps sweetly on pillows of my ears
Shall I store your verse and make my ear a bank?
For there, shall be saved as long as aging nears.

You scent odorous as the air of a bee
And as the fine vermiloned fragrance of June
Rhythm of your breath cellos as dulcet tune
You are euphonic as elegance could be

You taste as sweet as a sugar in the mouth
Your lips is as delicate as a desert wine
You are so florid like flowers from the vine
You glow like the sun when it sets from the south.
Your skin is smooth to the feel of silk substance
You're svelte, you bestow the sun too much nuance.

Your smile makes flowers look jaded as the night
Did you steal their hue to mock them in their plight?
Lass, your scarlet lips is necreous as your face
If you unwear your robe I'm sure I will daze.
My urge do bleed in fear of your fine drawn gaze.

You are as lovesome as life could ever be
Wear fine scents and be ritually pure for me.
For we shall perverse all tenants of heaven
I wish to make your long absent days even.