Lovers Dance Poem by Olorundare Tiwatope

Lift me upon thy arms
With the magic of thy charms
Let us dance as if aflamed
By a lyrical blazing flame
Prance thy golden breast
Swiftly, upon my chest
Until the ground open up in complain
In jealousy of the dancing twain
Lets dance till our feet are wearied of shoes
As we hang them upon the face of the gazing moon
Like trees dancing in the dell
We'll dance till dawn rings the bell
Or until the sun yell
Out of his cell