Love poem


1.
I love the colour
of roses, of longing lips,
of cheeks blushing.

I love the sounds
of hushed whispers, of lips
smacking, of silent admiration:

and the voices of wordless passion.

I love the sounds
of bubbles in water—
like chuckles in your cheeks,
like tingles in my belly, the sounds
of eruptions under.

I love the colour, I love the sounds,
I love the voices—of wordless passion,
when my heart is close to yours!

2.
I love the way words go,
words flow, on a night date
wi’ you:

it is not the words I mark,
when I read your lips; it is
the sound of your voice.

I love the way words go,
words flow, on a night date
wi’ you:

and it is not what I say, what
you say, what is said—

what lingers is the sound we hear;
the sounds, which we voice.

3.
Love is poetry: you are my poetry!
I love you!—and here is
the masculine tenor
voicing my quiet whisper!

If love is the very heart
of poetry, you are my lines!

If love is the very soul
of music, you are my lyrics!

If love is the hard core
of the heart, then you are my pulse,
you are my beat, you are my rhythm, baby!—

like the sounds of jazz rhythm in my blood;
like the sounds of rock music in my head!

Kayode Taiwo Olla

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