I WANT YOU!

Like a lark in the hunter’s nest

my heart thumps a symphony

a turpsy-turvy melody

telling stories

of chaps and damsels

of promised pleasure and magic making

of memories and deep sighs

of moans and whispers.

Like a gift we’ll unwrap

like a scroll it’ll unfold

like a reel, motions and pictures

all because you smiled

and tickled my ears

with the feathery touch of your voice

and now, I want more

I want you!

Oluwole.

THERE GOES OUR FRIEND LUCKY

There goes Lucky our friend

he lives three blocks away

jolly as he skips back home

Lucky is such a Lucky chap

While for us we had father

blessed also with the warmth mother exudes

Lucky makes us green in envy

For he has himself two fathers

 When in school it’s ‘mother’s day’

all our mums are seen to chat

and right there at the corner wing

we all can see one of Lucky’s dads

Yesterday we wore sweaters

mine was blue, others in colours too

we all had our names knitted

but neither of Lucky’s father could

Tomorrow we’ll be there to cheer

our mothers will be singing

will they allow either of Lucky’s fathers?

Perhaps it’s time to rent a mom

All of us has God-mothers

we love them for the bear gifts

but if Lucky’s has only fathers

does he need a god-mother?

Every time we get to talk

All save one talk of mothers

After all, his is different.

Oluwole.

IF YOU'RE REAL

If I see no brighter smile,

this I see lasts a lifetime and more.

If larks could hear you sing, they'd be jealous,

knowing you fare better

than they ever would.

Like sweet confectionery,

beauty in taste, beauty in sight

As the one for whom my heart sings,

does your smiling lips

offer me as much as it promises?

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Does the thumping of my heart mirrors yours?

Does yours dances in rhythm with mine?

Do your dreams feature little me and little you?

Just as your voice sings in my heart,

does mine minister to yours too?

‘Cause if the sight that greets my stare

is as sure as my pulse,

I know I'm safe; I know it’s real; you are real!

LOVE BALLAD

Were I a minstrel

I'll sing you a ballad

a soft slow love song

that'll stir you deep and strong

you'll swoon and yearn for more.

If only I were a minstrel

every night I'll sing you a lullaby

cuddle you and watch you sleep.

Oh how I wish

I could wrap you around me like a raiment

wear your scent like a cologne

and your love,

as a ring on my finger

.

Give me then the drummer's stand

and let me drum you a symphony

that mirrors my heartbeat,

oh yes, a love rhythm.

Beloved, draw nigh

let's sway to these beats

to these tunes our love plays

you and I, a love dance.

WoleSPEAKS!