Exerpts from the "Love Poems" section in my soon to be released book (Murdered in Buckingham Palace and other poems)

Be grateful to your mother

(Dedicated to my late mother, Mrs. Elizabeth Obamrese Adjekpagbon)

What can I wish without you oh mother?

Mother! Thanks mother

There was no manoeuvre of murder

In your beautiful hut

I stayed and ate from your pot.

Thanks! Thanks!! Thanks!!!

Oh mother! Mother!! Mother!!!

You rented no pills

To cajole, delude and kill

My swim in your stream

I bathed, slept and woke
Like a fish so clean.

My strolls in your stream

I wished would never end,

Inevitably you lay and bent

Legs ajar and I fell like a fruit

From the spree in your hut

While singing songs of joy

To receive great toys

Of this weeping wilderness

Full of troubles and toils

Of diverse kaleidoscope I could have missed

Had pills spilled into your hut

Thank you mother!There was no murder!

Tenderly-genderly

(Dedicated to any lady who truly loves me)

Each time

I see you beaming like a sallying sun

Gives me comely come

Each time

I drink tickles of your voice

Sets me afire, nestling on your milky-hill toys

Swimming my heart with rivers of joy

Each time

Anointed by your thermal triangle

Gives rebirth to formerly lost electric tentacles

Each time

Robed in your smiling sly

I never want to say good-bye

Each time

Recounting how I deftly dine

Crevices of your warm wet wine

I know angels will never decline

Each time every time

You will always be mine

“Tender-Genderly”

You will always be mine

“Tender-Genderly”

Till we earthward recline.

The gentle man

He was a world known gentle man

Tenderly touching flowers of Eden’s town…

Sitting nakedly quiet beside a woman

He voraciously consumed apples

Instead of sucking nectar of joy from the nipples…

A gentle man!A gentle man!

A gentle, gentleman he was in this rolling town.

Can you be that gentle in this present span?

Fingers of fire

Let the silky sun of love

Always burning from the grooves of my soul

Dry off all stones of sorrow

From your life long whole,

And ever milk joy your bubbling bulbs…

Let my fingers fire milky moans

From rivers of your soul

As long as music is the food of love

I will ever fill you thrilling tons

Like a wailing piano…

Tendrils, tendrils, multiple tendrils of love

Always twine me around

From your cascading caresses abound

On your tarmac of love

My plane shall danger-freely ever land.

Cook

Let me kiss you again and again

Draining away all sorrows rain

Fledging flood of pain,

Tenderly arresting you hot and tight

Never minding whether you are black or white

Flying you on love rhythm realm kite

Null and void of obstacles to the highest height

Let me cook you with fire of my tongue

Erupting silky gasps from depths of your lungs,

Let me burn you again and again

Planting seedling s in that lovely lane

Though the resultant prize be girl or boy

From waves to waves I shall dance with molecules of joy

Ceaselessly cooking you the milky oil

Till sun and moon may stop their toil.

Valentine bells
Love seasonlessly walks and wax
But has a climax
As we climax,
Love’s light
Washes world white
And burrows and breaks irons
Of darkness when NEPA’s light
Is speechless like dead lions,
Love makes rivers run
To overflow and kiss land,
Also bubbling beaches hands
To leap and lay on land,
Love emboldens bats and rats
To bury fear and eat with cats,
Love is the wine
Intoxicating puppies to roll
Upon one another souls,
Likewise let’s roll and roll
From climax to climax
This hour of love’s climax
With blues of condoms holy mass
And bury hatred and AIDS carcass.

Dead to tears

In the cycling molecules of my mind
Till fate’s fingers got us bind
I filter whether I have crossed your kind
Woven with the airs I find
In the cycling molecules of your mind
Hoping you won’t stab me behind
So our travel be indivisible as wind
Though the creator captures us from mankind
Let this journey like sun and sky be bind
From years to years
In the cycling molecules of our mind
Dead to tears…