Ululating Love

I smile as I write
Type these words
To season the meal
Served as love to my soul
The flavour and taste stay on
Long after your touch
Believe me my lord
I kneel to serve you,
Not for the sake of tradition
Not seeking validation
But the nature of my design
Knows how a king deserves
His throne, as it is inherent
I inherit your name as my own
I take up your mission and
Strive on, Your rhythm remains
On: long after you go on your
Vocation I prepare for your
Arrival, making sure you
Are ready to eat what you
Have provided for us.
This love echoes,
Such as the voices of
Village women celebrating
Sounding the clinging of
The one to the other,
Becoming one.