On The Mountain's Top - Poem by Willy Munyoki
On the hilltop there still stood
I and she. And if they could,
Every eye could see
Two interwoven, surmounted on mount's apogee.
Sweet, blinding, stealing...! ineffable to recall;
Relished by the poet and the reader all.
Us thus did steep,
And sooner steam would heap.
And so in her I discerned through and through,
As ever I had crossed fingers anew and anew;
Painting of signature carefully drawn,
Unspoken avowal, one be my own.
If ever I will summon up moments rare, one
Is this what stemmed; If heart is ever won,
So did I: Of love's apogee high and steady,
And Anne the bearer is full and ready.
I remember going, then not going,
And thus, pumping and panting of loin;
And parting, and then stopping,
And back for a smooch then, hopping.
Albeit rich I was darkness now loomed,
'Mother at home- I late- I am doomed! '
She whispered; but it was a no care nor scare,
Not swallowed by the moment's spirit's flare!
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