African | Reece Tumwesige | Print Friendly

She is the eye of the sun,
The moon on the darkest day.
Let her smile and see wonders
Big stars fight for space to see her dimples.

My African,
She walks and the soil trembles
Pebbles yearn to touch her soft skin
Trees stare as the dust assembles
She is the one that touches inside my unseen.

Her eyes are clear like the steady water of the valley.
Her lips so fine and soft like fur
They make me drunk for a mere thought
My heart shall cry for you whenever.
You will stay safe wrapped in it
My African shall dwell in pleasure.

Poet's note: It is about a description of a beautiful African girl. I wrote in 2019 for the girl I loved a lot back in 2003 to show the affection I hard for her that time that I didn't express when we were together. The poem reminds me of the true love that develops with in the young hearts and wish the same is carried on to adulthood.