My Friend, My Love
My friend, my love
A King, forged from the red earth of Africa.
Skin blessed by a kiss from the sun,
A vision of God’s own reflection.
Towering high above the masses,
A mountain of your own.
Shoulders wide enough to carry the world,
A back with the strength to bare that burden.
Endowed as a bullock should be
Your insatiable lust for flesh engorges you.
Your digits; tasked with walking this earth,
Serve to show that even in perfection imperfection exists.
A mind with flaws reminding you are a mortal being.
Your culture entwined, a joint entity, breathing as one,
To separate you from it would be akin to separating the moon from the stars.
Crowned by your ancestors,
The strongest of leaders to guide your kinsman.
Quite masculinity defined in your forefathers.
A son who is his mother’s own,
Never a loyaler child created.
A provider, stoic in his resolve.
A partner, a friend, all consuming.
You engulf with your love,
Restless in your motivation for her success.
Your Achilles heel, your creations,
Your life, your death resides in them.
My friend, my love,
A good man.
Alunamda 23/01/19
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