LOVE & ICE-CREAM 3~by Tukur Loba Ridwan

This could have just faded into the background of our memories about 1 and 2. But because love would not just die like that, here she comes in more flavours like lines. Or have you not read the first two?

 

 

LOVE & ICE-CREAM 3

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This love note would thus transit
To a bond between your ‘luring skin
And my ‘lured eyeballs‎, and it would
Melt not, so long as you keep stirring
My words‎ into the texture and taste
Of a cold, sweet scoop in many hues.
.
What shall stuff a hungry bowel
Shall not bypass tests by the eyes
For the eyes knows what bowels relish.
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I have seen skins taste vanilla to the eyes
With a complexion other than your African.
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You may suggest in dialects of strawberries
(in letter twenty-twos or twenty-threes)
But I boast to have kissed its rosy like
On a pinky swell in the heat of ‘lust’
That ‘love’ was the alternate word
I nursed for the luxury of this rare feeling.
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A banana flavoured scoop
Would be no match in its hue
And taste, for your tanned skin
While at work the mesmerised noon
That your brown-sugar’d body, a muse
To my chocolate poetry in such relish…
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Your image is an imagery, minced
Into to my creamy lines when I sit
Atop my subconscious to watch
Your lips give a melting tongue-kiss
To a cold brown scoop in such relief.
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I am chocolate too, but not enough
Until I melt in your moist lips like
A butterscotch as you send warmth
Across my frozen tissues in the factory
Of our ice-cream love, as does your
Chocolate skin to my brown eyes. . .
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O’real © 2016.