Akello your name reverberates
In my mind equal to earthquakes;
Terrorising, traumatising my peace,
Hyperventilating my heart pulse.
My sweet meat aroma, Akello Anna,
MY pineapple fruit, my sweet banana.
Your giggle tickles me to the spine.
Charcoal-like but shines your skin;
Starry dark nights, in a land I crave;
Beam smiling teeth. Aren't I a captive
Of the legs of your shy glance?
I plead. Hear out my ignored case.
My lungs close, seeing you from garden,
Your divine scent drugs my gnawing pain
The password of your love account
Opens the purse of my noble secret.
Pardon the hand of my written voice,
I seek to sup at the fount of your juice,
Bathe in your spa abreast magnificence
But you smile and walk on in silence.
I grow weak in knees; love labour pangs!
Your curves preach to me in tongues,
My eyes dine at your well wrapped flame
Mirroring the sweet spell in your name;
A ligament of this embroidered ripple
Nippling this peeping desire's prickle.
You are a window into my soul, Akello
Your serenity inhales my thoughts
Locked in the walls of your cathedral
A future now borne to dawn sunsets.
But your hair looks at me and shrugs,
Your dress whispers and just laughs.
My life lifts a heavy luggage you pack
I graze in your tether, a cursed luck!
Open the room of my freedom wide;
You own the elevator to my pride,
You forecast my inner daily weather,
You make it warm and sunny together.
Akello your name reverberates
In my mind equal to earthquakes;
Pardon the hand of my written voice,
I seek to sup at the fount of your juice
My eyes dine at your well wrapped flame
Mirroring the sweet spell in your name.
@Abi Maria Amaru
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