SILAS ABAYOMI
I-N-T-I-M-A-C-Y.
Enter into me to
fill you and
for you to connect
with my soul,
let both magnets meet
to create unbroken bond.
Bond that carries eternal
memory,
not on chips or hard drive,
neither on software nor
backup storage,
but on marble of life.
Yes bond that carries
everlasting memory of
energy exchange,
exchange through electric
current,
of body electrons from
sex hormones,
which no meter reader
can read,
only decodable in
temple of love.
Love letter from
your eyes,
I see everyday,
message of love from
your mind,
I can decrypt,
rendition of love
cochlear interprets
action of love
from touching and
caressing,
I understand,
power of love
body-to-body fusion
highway to eternal journey,
we are both committed.
Love I have known you
not by words,
love I have known you
not by daily activity,
not even from fame,
but through superior
social mathematical
equation,
one-plus-one-equals-one
Formula arithmetic four
cardinals of addition,
subtraction, multiplication, and
division can’t solve,
formula algebra symbols
of a, b, x, y can’t unwind,
formula geometry’s
point-to-point, planes,
angles, and shapes
can’t elucidate; point-to-point
formula analysis, calculus
trigonometry haven’t solved.
Formula great mathematical
minds find puzzling,
concept-today’s
mathematical formulas
can’t decipher,
but only by lovers in
sanctuary of love.
THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE.
Her nipples-fountain
that nurse and nurture-
the lowly and mighty;
among them are: nobles,
kings, men-of-extra-ordinary
ability.
Very erogenous-the
apple-shaped-titillating-
organ-the breasts-
that decode every
love formula and sexual
equation.
Smiles and joy, they bring-
when seen, lessons on love-
they keep teaching,
century-after-century;
uncontrolled passion and
heat,
they generate behind the
closed doors.
Her eyes-the illumination-
that lights pathway of love,
un-fading chandelier
that keeps the light of
love ablaze.
Her eyes and mind-
the Magnetic Resonance
Imaging (MRI)-
the tool that creates and
stores invisible images of love,
through the complex network-
the passion-created-feelings,
by body electro-magnetic-
system.
She discovers love through
searching,
discovered love becomes
a treasure through
preservation-in-a-three-
step-function of memory:
encode, storage, and retrieval.
Through memory and
power of love,
lovers recall and put
love into a play
whenever desired and
wanted.
Love, a never ending
source of pleasure and
intimacy between lovers;
more so, life sustaining-
mechanism among humankind.
Her hairs-eternal
crown of beauty-
valued more than
maned-young-lion,
desirable more than pampas-
created-hair in the South.
Her ergonomic hands so
beautiful,
like steels, it acts in challenging
situation,
but gentle with message of love;
her fingers powerful than
expressive thoughts of the heart,
upon them are-
are eternal signature stamps-
that create everlasting imprints of
love.
Her legs-are strong pillars-
stronger than concrete cast
beams in deep water or
pylon on a rock;
moreover, swifter than
gazelle and faster than hare.
Her ears-like Sonar-
sound navigation and
ranging,
a detective tool of love-
a compass, a direction-location-
tool of love.
Her totality radiates love,
her embodiment personify
love.
Love, I want you in my
courtyard,
let your love lights my heart and
makes it aglow,
visit my soul and make me happy,
until you come-I shall keep in
expectation of you.
THE MESSAGE OF LOVE
The chemistry of love
no one understands, and
the chemical equation of love-
no one really knows,
neither can one explains;
day-after-day,
the wire pulling of love
keeps intriguing man,
just as the electrifying effect of
love-provides abridgment of its
message,
which no one can decode.
Whenever they meet-
the rolling eyes send
the message,
wherever they gather-
touching speaks the
message of love;
while they are alone-
kissing and caressing
demonstrate the beauty of
love.
Love-who really knows you?
No one,
except the lovers.
Behind the locked door are-
endearment expressions-
you barely hear in open;
behind the curtains-
are the cuddles that can
generate heat to power
a mega-city.
Under the duvet,
the comforter-
is osculation-
inside-always come forth-
cry that carries no tear;
yes, no teary face.
A cry not because of pain,
a cry not because of –
emotional hurt of heart,
a cry neither for
yesterday’s disappointment
nor failure;
not even a cry to express-
successes of years’
past or
joy of the moment,
rather, the cry of
magnetic pull
from the temple of love-
between the conjugal in coquetry.
Someday, I shall walk in
the courtyard of love,
without lesson and instruction-
I shall know you;
at that time,
I shall know the electrifying
effect of love-
yet, I won’t be electrocuted;
I shall experience the fire of
love,
nonetheless, I won’t be burnt,
I shall know the cold effect
of love,
still, I will never shiver.
There and then,
I shall know the magnetizing-
effect of love;
it may be at sunrise or sunset-
it will never go beyond Tomorrow,
when I shall know YOU.
SILAS ABAYOMI.
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