The Woman Up Here Poem by Adeosun Olamide

There is a storm in the moon
And ashes hath the rain drops
O world- torn apart in my head
A clust’r rags reveres my eyes
Nigh to drown in the sea of lust-
Than burn in flames love

Tonight he comes- this one
With my ecstasy perhaps he comes
How makes heart mine struggle so-
To break free- and I anxious more
That a light in my pane calls me
And breeze on gate arrests me

Yes to trickle thru my thighs
And on my face with giggles
To lie- that I be beautiful
And desirable to all not blind-
Tho that comes little see- and lesser thinks
He yet can all that being craves sate

Seems the night loses its warmth
That food made him now is paled
And lamps all- their brilliance lost
Nor exempt the scents as fade too
That even roses got him die fully and wilt-
All to ask what devil hinders his presence so?

That slays too my reach to him-
Or taught he- my scars disgust
And he likes- husband mine choose run
But much now I paid him- this one
That my lure is irresistible
He comes still tho my heart contrary tells-

Then when he does reach
I guess must hide them
The lights- to art in cover dark
There shall lure him near-
To the pleasures beneath
Away from disgusts that blooms my chest-

But how the sun runs here
And heart mine still breaking-
O world- torn apart in my head
That to rape must now turn
And to drown still in this sea of lust-
Less bad than burn in flames love