Painted House Poem by Solomon Sunday

Duet

Painted House


Solomon S: -
Flowing in the Cloud of Infinite Possibilities,
No stars, No Firmament,
My Breath, My Heart,
Passion Traveling like Fragrance,
In the Wind,
Blue Sky,
Only you, only me
A space just for two

Amami H.:
Your voice echoes
With reassurance how infinity would be the beginning of our affinity.
And your breath sync with my heart beat.

Solomon S:
Come,
Come alone
Bring your heart, love
All rest my powers defy
Like a cliff
My heart My soul
A spring of desires rushing over me like waterfall

Amami H.:
Your aura led the way
As we walk bare footed
Under the sky, blue you said.
I am not good with colours, yet I know what blue looks like
Holy you! Unholy me!
The wind, just for two.

Solomon S:
Your paleness encompassing my world
Off with a happy countenance
Unlace yourself for an harmonious embrace
I crave your body, lips
License my roving hands
Set them free to go
They are charged and waiting

Amami H.:
Wrapped in your arms
Your breath enveloped me,
causing quiver at hidden places.
Your touches,
A little too perfect,
A little less brute
I wanted more!
I wanted non!

Solomon S:
Before and behind
Above and beneath
You burn me
Touching you
I catch words Ruminating my mind
You create me against your thigh hilly with images
Black lace bra
Matching panties
Off with those shoes
The gown going down
Such beauteous state revealing
Tender
Delicate
Your passion-fruit beneath your breastplate
The dance of your nipple in my mouth
Juicy
My flesh blossom into the love you've made out of me
I'll walk in spirit
Uncovered full nakedness

Amami H.:
Turn around you said
Holy me, unholy you,
I murmured
The night sky as our shade
I turned around,
Too shy to gaze at your eyes
My eve for your Adam absent apple,
in your hands.
If this is the night,
So be it!

Solomon S:
Spread out like fine rug
Unclasp it like jewel
Spill your wine
Cradling it on my tongue
Like the slick seed of pomegranate
Your slender fingers strobe slowly in my rose cave
Like an archer your arrow of delight shot through my body
As I walk down this love hallow temple
Intoxicated by your Enchantment

Amami H.:
Blue smiles
Hush voices
Hands prodding dark places
Hot desires,
thick apples
Streams and quiver
Pleasures most forbidden
Unholy us!
If this is the night,
Let dawn not come!


Solomon Sunday (Agidingbi, Lagos)
Amami Henry (Lekki, Lagos)
13.02.2019