Treasure Island

Edem Segbedzi


The Notes Of MyHeart


I met a pretty queen
whose eyes sparkled like
the diamonds of Sierra Leone
whose lips as red and hot
as chili pepper
whose cheeks charmingly dark
as the night skies
whose hair as smooth as
the silks of the merchants of Persia
and her palms as soft and versatile
as the clays of the garden of eden
she bears breast, ripen breast
meant for only kings
her shape like the
curves of the mighty Limpopo
her legs like the cedars of Lebanon
the sound of her footsteps like
the rhythms of the xylophone
But though i am a professional artist
no amount of paint and textures can portray
a full portrait of the queen of my dreams.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 20, 2013

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