My poem’s persona
Rosette of honor
On earth, dearth of true beauty

She rains like manna
Walks with a sunlight banner
A peace donor
Fresh shiny flesh
Scents of refined Rexona
Her kisses delight
Lights lives

Daughter of the western lake
The water
From which many men
Dream to slake
Slathered with a super sumptuous bake
Of luscious lurve
Valves that heaven take
Smiles with the vibrancy
Of the African milkshake
Doesn’t compete
But wins stakes
I break
Whenever her heart aches

She walks down my heart’s aisle
High heeled
Like a soul bride
Fairly felicitous
Burning with desire inside
Her bosom, where love resides
Paints red the morning skies
She is a spectacle
Her worth unbeatable

Her name
My mental mantra
Men recite it all day
In the city center
She softens stiff necks
They fill cheques
Wanting to buy her checks
Clean like a devout Jewess
Virtues jeweled
The city’s fortress princess
Oh Aoko, my song

Post Author: Eric Onyango Otieno

0 thoughts on “Aoko

  • cidnicinite

    (January 24, 2013 - 7:56 am)

    this is amazing, i like it!

    • Rixpoet

      (January 24, 2013 - 8:13 am)

      very well. 🙂 read on.

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