Duet ' PAINTED HOUSE '

Solomon :
Flowing in the cloud of infinite possibilities,
no stars, no firmament,
my Breath, my Heart,
passion travelling like fragrance
in the wind,
blue sky,
only you and me,
a space just for two.

Amami :
Your voice echoes
assurance of how infinity
would be the beginning of our affinity.
Your breathe syncs
with my heart beat.

Solomon S:
Come,
come alone
bring your heart,
love all rest my powers defy
like a cliff.
My heart and soul
springs desires rushing over me like waterfall.

Amami H:
Your aura led the way
as we walked bare footed.
Under the blue sky, you said
I am not good with colours,l
yet I know what blue looks like in your eyes.
Holy you! Unholy me!
The wind, just for two.

Solomon S:
Your paleness encompassing my world off
with a happy countenance.
Unlace yourself for a harmonious embrace,
I crave your body, lips...
License my roving hands,
set them free to go,
they are charged and waiting.

Amami H:
Wrapped in your arms,
your breath enveloped me,
causing quiver at hidden places.
Your touches,
a little too perfect,
a little less brute,
I wanted more!
I wanted non!

Solomon S:
Before and behind,
above and beneath,
you burn me.
Touching you,
I catch words uminating my mind,
you create me against your thighs hilly with images,
your breastplate as passion -fruit.
The dance of your nipple in my mouth
juicy,
off with those shoes,
the gown going down,
such beauteous state revealing
tender,
delicate.
My flesh blossom into the love
you've made out of me.
I'll walk in spirit,
uncovered full nakedness.

Amami H:
' Turn around ' You said,
' Holy me, unholy you ',
I murmured...
The night sky as our shade,
I turned around,
too shy to gaze at your eyes,
my Eve for your Adam,
absent apples if this is the night,
so be it!

Solomon S:
Black lace bra,
matching panties spread out like fine rug,
unclaspe it like jewel,
spill your wine,
cradling it on my tongue
like the slick seed of pomegranate.
Your slender fingers strobe slowly in my rose cave,
like an archer your arrow of delight shot through my body
as I walk down this love hallowing temple,
intoxicated by your enchantment.

Amami H:
Blue smiles,
hush voices,
hands prodding dark places,
hot desires,
thick apple streams and quiver,
pleasures most forbidden.
Unholy us!
If this is the night, let dawn not come!

13.02.2019

Solomon Sunday (Agidingbi, Lagos:
Solomon Sunday is an IT Consultant by profession and a writer, poet. He has written couple of articles and poem which has featured on websites and other journals both local and international.

Amami Henry (Lekki, Lagos):
Henry Amami has no label beyond his name, no qualification or classification beyond being human. He writes and indulges as an expression of love and high veneration for poetry, photography, humanity, nature and life as a whole.