Poem - Adesola

Adesola,

Clothed in beauty as a Queen in Solomon's yard.

In this graceless world

My heart mellows on your gracefulness.

I thought you were a mirage

Until like a trough to a camel your water refreshes me.

To male my type

You are as rain to a farmer.

Adesola,

If you were a venomous snake

I'd let be bitten seven times by you

Death in your embrace I will face

Boisterous wind on your ocean I will brace.

Your clean, well carved delicate hands

Remind me of fine Turkish embroidery

Wrapped in it Death defeat

Clasped with it Frost a toast.

Your giggles calm a tornado.

My heart it leaves pulsating

In dashes as you dish them

In gulpings as I swallow them.

Adesola,

The day I saw you, day of my rebirth

Of this world's pleasures you are my orthographical sentence.