Every time the cockerel crows,
The silohuette of her in my fading dream,
Sends me back to concious sleep,as i get on my feet.
The stinging cold strokes my nose,oooh!
Just then i see her trod down the river path,
I sneeze twice,as if seeking her attention and awakening my cattle.
She stares in my direction,
Throbbing heart,locked lips,unclear eyes,
Thats how much in my natural i get when she peeks into my uncivilised soul.
Must she do that to me everyday at sunset?
Her back,side and below.
May my future in-laws forgive me for saying this.
How delighted i'd be to touch,rub,hold then kiss.
Through her ears,i hear the river rush as it flows.
I find myself behind the river- tree admiring her curved fetch.
For how long will i do that?
Is she seeing my reflection,my face of rippled love,my body of bubbling comitments?
Can she see beyond the polygamistic skin that hides my desires?
Woman from the city,
Come to me,
Let me change you back to what your ancestral mothers were.
M.O.O aka C.E
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