Omawunmi

Omawunmi
The beauty in you speak about you
When the sun is on vacation to the west.
The dimples on the top of your smile
Runs a vampire of emotions to my soul.
In your vein lies the fantasy of my eyes.

Omawunmi
Handsomeness in your coven is madness
That buttress the moon and duck actions.
Ajani, the palm wine tapper carved image of
your laughter on the surface of his palm wine,
Ajanakun made a flute of your giggle to the king.

Omawunmi
You are the market that serve only the great,
You are the tap that only run for the kings,
At the sole of your feet queens lie for perfection.
At the sound of your name Omawunmi,
The sun cackles with the tickles of the sky on him.

Omawunmi
The great Omawunmi from the west,
I have made the bed of the moon a foot mat
For the coming of your guiltless feet and
For the visiting of your humble eyes home.
The birds have no question of your beauty.

Omawunmi
Sing me a soulful song of the parrot,
I want to see the movement of your lips,
The expression in your searching eyes,
The unsatified rhythm of your blues,
I want to know you beyond myself Omawunmi.

(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016