it is a circular love
this love that you have for me…
endless in its measure
it roams for miles around my world and
brings me…sweet-meats from every shore…
my room is filled with…demonstrations of your ardor…
you adore…/
when you…..flood my senses with…rich reed scent of that Nile…/
as you/…cover my rough places...
with...finest shea-butter from Gambia’s baobab tapper…coaxing skin of my brow into…./love faces
and you…. whisper to me with anglo-franco symphony… polyglot of Zim and Zaire
your presence brings sweetness to my soul…/sighing endless breaths into soulful song…/I sing your praises to life in my life…..
I think on it endlessly…and still/…I have no memory of my life before you…
You give me power in prayer…/a love for this life…/and great expectations for forever….
...with you...
so...abide with me my love…
…and only go….if you take me with you.
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