You Are A Shrine Especially For The Queen Of My Night Poem by Ifeoluseyi ifeoluwapo Ifeyemi

A woman is like a temple of many mysteries,
An opening to strange and sacred worlds
Yet man is by nature and nurture, a woman's priest
You my love; are a shrine of shimmering wonders
Let me on your flawless frame pleasingly pour libations of words
That the fire in thee might be rekindled
For a shrine shut from worship becomes dilapidated
To the beads and cowries coverings of your shapes
I sing a million praises
That they may part from rags to realms;
Such which until now exist in my dreams.
And to skins about your feet,
I kiss caressingly to a flickering feat.
That they may swell of ecstasy
Like one with a fulfilled fantasy,
Mine the fulfillment of thoughts shredding me apart,
Thoughts of me in your heart
And you in homed my heart.
Aye! Praises push in a rush
One under the charms of their touch
For I see thy legs letting away a space
Even as I romantically race to this great grace;
With paths made of flaccid fleshes
And depths of rousing rivers and timed tributaries
All coursing to a strong suit
Wherefore a new me shall spring out.