See me past poetic admiration, telling this story
She smiled down to like a blooming yellow rose
A far beauty, I could not touch, past that melancholy
My heart throbs like the Mujaguzo Drums
Thick black Jet hair, the Nubian silk could not compare
Bright shining eyes, staring, like they could illuminate the
dark hearts
Alba sparkling teeth, embroidered by curvy lips, so
desirable
God bless my Christian soul, she would ‘make me do harm to
myself’
So as she stared down to me, simply in her graceful hold up
I loved her past her yellow pretty dress with a perfect line
As she smiled down at me, in her angelic smile
I loved her toned arms, with their velvet chocolate brown
So I did, as she held up her chest, voluptuous like spring
cherries
I admit I did for father called my name, and her legs I saw
A perfect lining, like urban graffiti, waxed and inviting
The bare flash of them makes me sing nursery song
For how did we reach here, past that line of her shades in
her hands?
That princess fingers hold such gadgets, on such pretty
yellow linen
And my poetic eye caught her simple eye in the entwinement
of imagery
Call my name¬- poet, when beauty found such gadget, caught
in admiration docket
Mother sang for me lullabies, Father recited for me verse
but here she was
Spelling for me, mysteries of how beauty met awe and birthed
this poetry
* Mujaguzo- are royal drums that are sounded during
jubilation in Buganda :-
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