you sleep the sleep of the great
gods and I do not wake you
I come for the fine black and silver
hair of your mochan temples,
I come for the essence of your breath
from your strong, wide nostrils
I come for a clip of your nail from
your long finger...
I come for the sweet sweat of
smooth flesh beneath your loin cloth...
I come for the moisture of stolen kisses
&
while you sleep
I chant my love for the life in you,
the king you be...
I speak in tongues of Wolof griots
and whisper cries into the darkness
and fashion, from the soul of you,
a juju of my own
Written by Alyce (aka) BlkPoette
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