African poetry

nyakio my love.

Nyakio my love if fufu could be sweet then your voice is more sweeter if honey is the sweetest then honey you are past sweetness, we have laid in the lush Savannah grass far from the eyes of taboo kissing freely and my love your lips taste like wild berries.
If the African moon could talked then my love it could have shown you the dreams I have at night on my pallet of us staring at the stary skies holding the promise of our love.
Nyakio my love I hate to tell you this but I can't afford the hundred cows your father has posed as bride price even mom smells trouble in our courtship a secret she has promised take to her grave because I'm the apple of her eyes Nyakio my love I have watched you from the water point balancing the clay pot full of water with a dancer's grace that all girls envy and every boy stops to stare but my love I have had to bite my tongue everytime I trace my fingers down your hips because I'm weak in self-control and I blatantly lust for you.
Nyakio my love I felt your ripe tits brush playfully on my chest but love the madness that followed in me tossed of the last yatch of control that cruised in the waters of reason in my mind.Nyakio my love I have refrained from the marriage talk father is always trying to initiate because I can't stand being bethroted to any girl except you, I have known beauty but yours is sang in the songs of nyamulanda  the village piper and muhunzini the drunkard in his drunken delirium once said you were made by the gods on same day with the enchantress of maliandu who could control the heart of any man by her gaze,nyakio my love you are a magnificent piece of art a fine walk of the gods sculpting and at times I do wonder at what time of day or night you were made.The potter's hands never missed a point my love and at times I'm even scared of looking the other side fearing you will leave me and return to the realm you once existed in,I love you my love nyakio they say love is a blindness but yours is without sight of good or wrong right or left north or west no wonder the first time I saw you I nearly bumped into igube the village chief priest whom it is said is touched by the gods son no man or woman should touch him because he or she would be struck dead.
Nyakio my love I have not slept a wink ever since the date your father was visited by new suitors, there's a heavy load in my heart that weighs me down everytime I think of you with another man but nyakio my love how will I pay your bride price? I must join the raid warriors I once told you but you cried endlessly till the thought itself was banished from my mind but the shrine it went to I still head there my back turned so that the nosy thoughts in my head do not consult my heart so much loyal to you.
Nyakio my love you are priceless to me but tradition has put a price on you which I must find before your father let's me have you, only the gods know of how I have wanted you to be my wife ever since I took in your intoxicating scent when I bumped into you on your way to the farm.
My love do you know of how the poor are treated like people sick with leprosy? No one would even want me to say I am in love with you let alone make the tongue slide that I was thinking about marrying you.Nyakio my love do you know the thought of me and you getting would send your father into coma? Nyakio my love everybody in the village knows you will be married by a rich man, my love do you that I was contemplating the cowards way to death; suicide when I heard the king's son had his hots for you?Do you know of how our family has been the laughing stock in the community because of our poverty?my love the thought of eloping with you has crossed my mind but I was left in a catch 22 situation for the following reasons: I wouldn't want to put you in danger for the forest of kwili carries dangers even the hunters fear, your father has the couries to hire the best trackers in the land,my family will be left to face the wrath of the community if I left and rumors abound that I kidnapped you, the King would order his warriors to track us down if it ever came to pass the rumors about his son were true, where would I take you my love yet I haven't been out of the kingdom all my.
My love the list is endless the food is tasteless my mind is full of cat fights my thoughts engage in trying to jostling for prominence in my current plans of having you for myself. Nyakio my love I'll go to find your bride price wait for me by the water point, nyakio my world while away my love treat my memory as a treasure like I would yours sing to the winds and your voice will be brought to me by the wind, say you love me in the moonlight and in the moon will be witness to our love.
wait for me my love under the acacia tree where we chiseled our initials  picked the thorns to make a blood pact witnessed by the gods that you'll never ever leave me.