The African Women (For T-Y Bello)

Each time I think
of the African woman,
I search for your pix
In the chip of my memory.

The African woman,
Her eyes radiant like
a young lover
so blazing a pupil
planted among white surrounds

The African women
is blessed with a soft smile
her dentations are like the
vertical bars of a police sergeant - major

The African woman,
her touch break barriers
the smell of her hair is like
the aroma of frankincense.

The African woman
has the warmest of embrace
stay black my little
Pumpkin.

poem by Matthias Pantaleon
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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