Your skin glows like the apple,
blossoms wine as the daisy,
in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your brass voice,
and leaps like chimpanzee,
at the whisper of your name, (asake).
The evening ascends in
on a great peacock wing.
I am calmed by your hands,
that I carry into the twilight,
of softbeams and hold next to my lips.
I am filled with hope that, I may dry your tears of wine.
As my palm falls from your warm,
it reminds me of your smooth.
In the hushed,
I listen for the last bumpy of the spring.
My heated hair leaps to my smooth.
I wait in the crystal
for your secret love
so that we may smilling as one,
hair to hair, in search of the glorious blue,
and spiritual color of
the sky of love.
Babatunde habeeb olayinka