Serene Notions Poem by Simpa Omoluabi

I
The embodiment of beauty
is unmasked in your face,

the reason for speech
is outspoken in your singing,

the pride of grace begins
in the elegance of your feet,

the need to succeed with love
begins with you,

and the meaning of grief
ends in the requiem of your passing.

II

Since you are the wine in my grape
I would do you an ablution every daybreak

with the dews of the morning
I would rinse the sleep off your face

somnolent residues

I would cleanse with the evanescent gems sieved
of the flowers of daybreak,

since you are the wine in my grape.


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