Near, Apart & Close Poem by Lovemore Lamwa

Companion of misery the night would be
If I take not union of word, from whence mine heart might be
Upon the thought, streams of chilly sweat flows
Frightened by muscles; of physical and mental fairness;
Alert am I to my strength, a mellow voice hath push

On a whirlwind is mine beloved
Couldn’t be the air I hug, am moved
Not the wall, I neither talk to; nor shed tears
So gentle and soft a voice, my love has ears
Tender kiss on a fragile lip; too costly to be away;
Mine home is my beloved’s heart, to stay I pray

Amorous eyes that weaken mine bone
Mine knees groveling to the ground
A glance so penetrating, it is one
That in my bones set fire so profound
Spreading beneath mine skin
Rarely fair, beauty perfected in a kin