The Rising Heart Poem by Oyehan Opeyemi Akinkunmi

(for Mo')

How does Love feel?
In the heavy heaps and puffs of your cheeks
And in the glittering detail in your eye-pops
Accompanying the naturalness of your flooded grin,
Turning mildly into a masked and devised gesture;
But all in the subtlety of your lips
Or the alarmed grips of your resonance - curious
Of the many questions that quizzes a young heart.

How does Love strike?
In the fairness and probity of my bruised heart
And it's thrills and toughs grown just humble;
In the glance of your matchless peacock pink
Stealing my proud spirit, haunting my tears and fears;
So here I am pleading your fellow-feeling,
At your feet, to live forth to our happy ending
And with each other, win the winks and shrinks of the world.

How does Love speak?
In the sincerity of our looks and lips
And the resemblance of our home runs;
In the shy touch of our hands, and on the fire
Of our emotional gazes - blushes and swift
Flashes of white teeth, in the warm
Or in the cold waves of our piping times
And be very ashamed to speak through our herculean tasks.