When She Visited Poem by Folayemi Akande

If my best wine acquaint your taste
And my petty feast wins your smile
Silvery skylines shall glow awhile
I will bid the night not to haste

Beg envious moon to low its dim
Beseech winds owl make not a feist
And most beware of things against
The stars I know will share a grim

To lit your eyes across the room
Now praise as the light is lame
Little dark will host our incense
Pilot wind will deploy its fume

Undress and lie and take no shame
For this night shall make every sense.