Her Kiss Is Paradise: Henshaw Kate Poem by Chime Justice Ndubuisi

Now and again my heart tried to freeze

Until I behold the feet of the very best!

At the shoulder of the evening breeze

I quietly sort my wearied head to rest

As the nightingale which sings for speech

Swaggers home not to roost

But to stay between my upper arm's reach

Lending it's sonorous voice my joy to boost.


Oh Kate, immortalise me with your golden kiss
And I'll present you with fleets of ship from Tarshish!
Oh fair one, fairer than thousand morning stars
I'd wish for you than little Solomon's wish.

See now the mother of all beauties!

One look at her pretty face

Is worth more than a thousand elsewhere.

Her smile, as infectious as it is

Feels like showers of rain,

It's like countless open doors

That leaves me with this drunken slowness

And I stare, sometimes pulsing my video machine

While she thrills my obsessed eyes.

Kate, if I desire any river on this earth,

It's that in which your beauty flows like kindness

I'll only kneel down, put a bouquet in a paperboat

And let it sail free around the world

Announcing your presence in the manner of Queen Elizabeth

So that when almost my throat is parched

You would make an oasis through your breath.