Rhythms of Valentine
It is that time of night again,
When the hours are poised
Before a yawning  dawn
And a glowing sunrise
It is that time of night
When my thoughts
Pristine clear
Yearns to kiss the keyboard
My lover is asleep
Oblivious to the
Magic of the hour
Lost to the caress
Of his dreams
But soon
I will be his enchantment
With my own blend of sorcery
To wake his inert form
Strong and lithe
Our bodies will beat
Their own drums
And dance to the tune
Of pulsating rhythms
Rhythms that reach out
From the womb of Africa
Birthing a love
That blossoms
Soaring to a crescendo
Celebrating Valentine
In  African style

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