Comments about Folayemi Akande
The Night Is A Blanket
A blanket upon the evening so mild,
A time to know which star is mine,
Amid the consternation so infinite,
That each one,
Upon my eyes gazeth.
A delusional moment,
That last a mind at large.
The moon will merge the light,
And make the sparkle a wonder,
Then we mourn the horrors of the day,
Then again our minds open like a foyer,
To foster the delight at the evening arrival,
A cross section of light,
With diluted colors,
Across the face of the dusky sky,
That's her star,
Right above my head, i guess.
The lullabies, ...
Haute Couture Lady
</>If I would not believe,
what then is my faith like?
Standing bear naked with no remorse
under the guard of your smoking eyes,
I could be faced by the odds of perfection
and the certainty of growing old in wandering days,
but at the aplomb of your bridling tongue
and the luscious desire to your dangling breasts,
I would humbly submit to the powers of your adorableness,