Met her alone, as I paddled River Sanaga, drapped in bright cloth like a Berber in a djellaba, or alhadji in a purple danshiki , grounded and smart , trailing dust like a pixie ,
Speaking in verse, words of tribal poetry, eloquent of tongue, like the Yoruba and Bayangi, a Bantu daughter - like no other, nothing came before her , yet she was it; like no one could come after ,
We navigated to her temple of the thirsty , this goddess poured rain , till a flood came to quench me, how she teased me, and she pleased me, then she said pledge me allegiance , never leave me,
Promise that I , break promise I die , I is Ra , Elle, is Isis , my cardiac crisis, caught within her cloud, Psyche drifty, moon beams glow upon the spot where her feet be, heal me,
Standing at the edge of a cliff, with my hand on her hip, an empty head like a glass giving last sips, mindless , thoughts frozen , Mind numb for no real reason , she's inert, seems she's not breathing ,
So we stare eye to eye , speaking volumes in silence , hush , no words could describe this , bliss ,
No ease , pacing in the presence of personified grace, So I wrote this piece,
kings came before , but none came with the power to make it through the war she was waging , I said "Milady, put your weapons down; this is peace we are making , make love , let this planet be the baby we are creating",
She locked me in a hug, overwhelming like a subtle drug, Water down her cheeks, turned the carpet into a holy rug, cloudy emotion, sleepy hollow in a dreamy fog , a Darkskinned lady , Redefining beauty's catalog
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