Purity Of Love Poem by Felix Bongjoh

(i)

Stars weave a white flower under moon's eyes,
brows growing rows of roses on ridges
holding out beacons of red tulips swaying

in a breeze from hollered-out words,
a river singing songs out of rock and cobblestones
and waters warbling on the deep roots

of a fig tree, buttoning up and zipping a loose bank
with creeping Bahamas grass.
And green crab grasses gripping earth like mama's
shoulders and ropes of a grin

tying your feathery splashed beams
with a necklace hanging down mama's hungry neck.
Its been a bumpy bridge of time since mama left.

(ii)

It's been strides from planet to planet
since mama left you in the castle of day's nest
too thin to hold the reeds and fibers of love
fanning you with the hands of a drifting couch.

Flip your eyes at the white rose of purity
to see curves and ripples of love
stretching out from a red rose's flame

lighting up vases of dimples mulching
breezes of strokes under a flickering light.
Light shoots through a heavily braided
forest, but lands on the lips of a white rose

on a river bank to croon and babble
out the song poured out by a cave of absence.

Let the river of crystal necklaces
and jeweled hugs under crystals of stars
carve out the stargazer-flanked track,
over whose viaduct we'll meet standing on our arches.