Ribboned Night Poem by Folayemi Akande

Supple thy lips
Humble thy lids
Ribbon thy hair
Grease thy breast
Honey thy mouth
Rose thy bed
Burn thy candles
unwear thy rob
Graze thy bossom.
Filth thy righteous mind.

May thy long cold days
Be consoled in'd clover
Of my warm heart
The sky'll lend its state
The angels'll sing of praise
For tis night
Fair Pautia
I shall bruise thy door
With a scornful knock
So commit thyself
To temptious desires.

Tis night Cupid will blush
For love embraced tis much
nd' Juliet's envious eyes
Might shoot his bow
To lift the night's veil
When at dawn
Our sweet romance
Have com to stance.