To be spread free
Across your Divine Expanse,
Coloured bright
By your aged calls,
Whispering among the trees;
Grasping like the mist.
To liaise with the powdery expanse
Above, evenly spread order
Velvety, along the precipice
Of your LOVE,
Across your protective gaze.
To exude in the presence
Of your Strength that can't wane;
As you’re not still like some them gods;
Nor laid with,out upon dirts of stool,
Not cold with,out to be fed raw.
Ay! Your elegant Feet length
Warmed over with her tears…
Is not of passion but worship
Of your Mightiness,
Your Thoroughness.
Alas!
How I long!
To shed this cubicle,
To shed this earthly shell,
Designed with flesh,
Fumigates with smell,
Just to be spread free
Across your Divine Expanse.
- Ola'lekan Babatunde. March 2nd 2011
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