Two Tempts For A Glance Poem by Folayemi Akande

Who art thou, guile creature, saint in like? I bid thou, expel thy veil, cast thy form! That I may conceive thy root, lest I spike O! Thy gaze, a twirl, as turbulent storm! Aged as thou wilt, thy beau is ever reform As thee walk, as thee gaze, as thy cherr' breast; What hate hast man, thy wholeness not inform? Piquance on thy lips, doth provoke a man's zest. Rich gay, aura emits, than thy gayest, To mourn is to dusk, what bespeaks thy hue? Appl' art more alluring, weeds grow thy chest. Thou art not bewitching, as the green ever yew! Take haste, fair lass, and be always away Make not of mine templ, thy forever stay.