Goodbye Spring Friend Poem by Folayemi Akande

When the morning squeaks of spring fall
Was tearing down my windows ears
That the rituals of the early morning water fall
At my soul's feet appease
For all that is wonder,
Hath wonder lost
I remember when on the fields that orbs we picked
The green leafs to feed the stocks
In the dusk of the day
By the fire place
When beneath the fluffy sheet we cuddled
In the warmth of your gentle breath
In the mildness of your sweet caress
Under the whimper of the sky
To watch your lids dance to my serenades and endearments
This moment were like torture to the soul
For i was enfeebled by the potency of your wholesomeness
To think my ennui was not forever gone
O sweet friend
You should be a gentle man's lover
The memories of your silky red lips hunts me still
Indeed I have been kissed by the best
Now never to settle for the less
The green fields were this much fresh as your radiant face
Upon the linger of the morning hue
And when the day was grown
That the early morning sunlight against your ritzy skin aglow
When with the gypsies we embarked down the river
To sail away our dismays
By the transluscent arno
To survey fishes of every hue
And the wenches upon our glee gaze
Looking earnestly when themselves they termed damsels
As we watch the jelly wend bye beneath the crystal water
Your modesty is the comely ornament that defines best your beauty
Season is never a friend to own
And so are you
The reserves will miss you
As might I
And I shall groan upon your absence
Till we meet again, spring friend.