To L.... Poem by Merlin Mwaura

Gestures on this here green grass,
With me, a fair lady,
A tragedy in the making, an’ we its characters.
Bright yellow, warms this naked skin,
Brave petals kissing in the rain.
It’s like a sprouting flower, an’ the girl smelling it.
It’s the perfect hour an’ here enjoying it.
IT is a chemistry leak…

Beyond this bold, innocent saucy maid
Find a soul in there lay,
From where I stand, this gorgeous brown eyes,
Parting them, I fight a strange struggle.
A shiver from the cold, it may be.
The touch of her soul, I dared feel.

How can a man, snuggle the world in his arms,
An’ contain himself, even with the pleasure ‘n’ power.

Her flock of hair, that often am fond to caress.
This soft sweet glare, I relish in,
This beauty here, I wish share…
in the prosperity of genius.
into the enormity I can be.
Applause in my ventured thoughts
I am met, a charmer.