My Lady, the Sun--By Wale Owoade--Nigeria

My Lady, the Sun

I followed dawn till morning eight
till it lost its reign to yellow beams
I love my lady when her yellow scarf
embellishes the day and the curtains
gleam with streaks of light, profuse
yellow stalks that burn earth with
passing splendour but I am love sick
when her thrills become spirits

spirits fetching drops from scalps
and foreheads, when kisses are like
burns on bald, yellow fetching drops
from black. But our love will birth
more blooming on earth, tassels
more yellow paints for corn leaves.

Wale Owoade is a Nigerian poet. His works have appeared or forthcoming in publications like: Radar Poetry Journal, The Lake Poetry Journal, The Bombay Review, Maple Tree Literary Supplement, Yellow Chair Review, Black Mirror Magazine, Eunoia Review, The Zoomoozophone Review, and many others. Wale is the Publisher and Managing Editor of EXPOUND: A Magazine of Arts and Aesthetics and is currently working on his debut manuscript.