The Tryst

Howling winds

Loaded with passion.

Somewhere in the distance,

Morning's choir sings

Ushering in,another blessing.

Forget-me-nots carpet the ground,

under the baobab,

under which I wait

with a kiss in my hand

Just for you.

Blue skies,

Shelter us

And the fragrance

of magnolia from

the bush nearby

consumes the air.

Or is it the fragrance

of your hazel-nut eyes?

You must be close now,

     I smell you.

I stand taut

Watching you emerge

with grace

from among elephant grass

that graze the sweetness of

Your sun-kissed skin.

You are a woman now

In all ways

And a firing flame

Within

One only I

Can tame.

Come now

My arms beg

For your embrace

The tamarind of

Your navel,

Pomegranate of

Your lips.

Waste not this moment

I fear our days are numbered

But until then.........

Bask with me

My glory of glories

in the welcoming shade

of the canopy where

the moon and the sun

  convene

In unimagined

  harmony.

Be silent and listen

to the words

        'I

          Love

             You'

dance back and forth

in the breeze

that ruffles the fuchsia.

                         Dedicated to

            Maia Ewurabena Effah Kaufmann

                  ................My Venus.