AWAKE MY DEAR BELOVED

[albert_tempie]

AWAKE MY DEAR BELOVED

BY RAS ALBERT WILLIAMS
(C) 2010



I and I sweetheart sleeps in the middle of a lapo kabwit.

Her copper-coloured eyelids held tighter than SEVEN

HUNDRED MILES OF BLACK STAR LINERS.

Oh how lovely her mystic breath rushes out

 and rushes in like vapours from a macadam street.

Her long, brown, locks flow from the crown of her head

caressing her shoulders as it flows like the ancient ROSEAU

 RIVER that flows and flows and flows.

A deep sleep seduces I beloved like a mystery, but

the lady floats so effortlessly upon a sea of words.

I see her heaving breasts like two mountains a quiver

to the latent power that within her rests.

That grows and grows and grows in every poet’s heart.

That blows and blows and blows in every gust of wind.

That rushes forth down those macadam streets as old as

colonial history.