Ufoma - Poem by okoye charles
To the passing wind your name I call,
Naked I stand among the palm,
Joining words with the cock as one
Crowing and calling once and over again.
Come down to me
From your virgin's height
With love in your hands
To feed my soul once and over again.
Come away with me
To one grey and broken tree;
Whose leaves are brown and fallen.
Everything here is dull and dropping.
Dull and dropping
When compared to you.
Let us hide, behind its trunk
Hidden from this envious world
Far from piercing eyes
And bitting lips.
Love is a song of the child,
He, who in tears will take heart
And give smiles in return.
Let us hide, just you and I
Shrouded by plantain leaves,
By the cassava leaves and maize
With a kernel hand in hand.
There to talk about you and I
There to talk about love and life.
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