Red Tulip Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

By the banks of slow moving river,
Under warm clear blue sky
The two lovebirds posed a quiver
And struck the cords with a fly

They giggled just like toddlers,
Cuddling with fidgeting fingers,

Let me just say;
It felt like a creation day
The rays of the setting sun crimson,
That land, by the sight splending,
For grass lay a meek velvet green,
That called bare feet for strolling.

It looked soft by glance,
A stroke of pleasure by chance...

And he found by himself a lone tulip,
It grew between a boulder and whirlpool,
It was red, sprawling in amused spool,
He picked it then, made her pulse her lip,

Let me tacitly say,
It felt like a redemption day,
As the sunset star hit the eastern sky,
And she lay by his side watching firefly,
Lit a space in immediately sky and dim,
She decided nothing warps like time.

The night felt caresing by grace,
And their hearts mellow like a mace

In the slow moving water by the whirlpool,
He found her another stunning red tulip.