Poem: Pop in the night breeze

I remember that night
We took a leisurely walk around the estate,
The dim street lights and soft shadows
Crafted by effect, a flirty twilight.
Occasionally, I took your hand,
Swinging to the gentle harmony of our mood…
In the park, while we rested on a concrete slab
Close by a fruit tree
Surrounded by stout flowery shrubs,
Do you remember the bliss of that night?
Beautiful, enchanted by the mild harmattan breeze
And I, feeling like a man walking the moon
As we chatted playfully.

Time held it’s breath, it seemed the whole world would freeze,
The street honks and the droning of engines felt like a planet away;
As urgency gathered weight upon my heart
I could feel the thump in my temples
But your palm in mine soothed, like fine silk -
Nothing smoother, nothing softer or sweeter!
Then you became quiet, steered away and
Seemed to be suddenly fascinated by your toe nails.
I knew, heaven knew, the sleepy headed little birds
Nested in the fruit tree above our heads cooed quietly in agreement
That I had to pop the question that night.
The circumstances may have been too simple
But the moment was magical,
And so I did – I popped it right there.

It took a while, but you looked up again,
The starry night twinkled through your glistening eyes,
A smile bore your entire soul on your lips – oh what pretty lips you have!
As you breathed out “yes”, you couldn’t find your voice amidst the emotion;
My entire self, transfixed in between those lips in hypnotic gratitude -
I soon found my fingers stroking their smooth satiny lines,
Touching the taste of your soul -
Nothing smoother or sweeter!

I remember the night! I remember it like it was this moment!
I remember as your perfume danced with the fruity fragrance
In the enchanting night breeze tickling on my skin;
I remember asking you to be mine, like it was this very moment my dear.
O yes! On this beautiful anniversary, I remember the night our pleasure ride began.

©2010, poem by Tee Akindele