 |
| All rights reserved for The Abeng and My Conscious Pen/ YardCore International, Inc. Publishing |
Seeking Makeda III: (Journey into Touch)
copyright 2011 K.Omodele
There never was a time when Queen Makeda was naught.Anticipating caresses...
by soul-stimulating fingertips
gentle nudges from Aksumite hips
lines traced on skin; breath short, light nips
and feather-brush strokes by silken lips.
Remembering the Empress'...
whispers call, goose bumps 'pon skin,
stirring response, the conga rid-dim
heart-warmed breath like whiffs of medzItational* bliss
soaks the eardrum, arousing soul-sensational lifts
*meditational
Tweet
You're so talented. I enjoyed this piece.
ReplyDeletewhat you seek seeks you...
ReplyDeleteyour poised pen may one day enchant One
then, seeking Makeda
will one day turn to seeing her
((i))
@Imani...I give thanks for your kind words.
ReplyDelete@((i))you are very poetic yourself. The poet lives...days become hours become minutes become moments that snatch breaths ...