With Oklahoma temperatures tickling triple digits, NonDoc has devoted its last two Sundaze poems to the topic of ardor for the opposite sex. Here’s to you and your hot summer love, wherever you find it.
Today, poet Kariuki wa Nyamu sends his thoughts from Kenya.
— William W. Savage III
Echoes of Love
by Kariuki wa Nyamu
Oh, my sweet of heart,
today I just want to declare that
my love for you can’t be compared
with gold, silver or diamond
for it’s true love from the never drying well of my soul
since I wandered lonely from home to home
looking for the loveliest of all
but I couldn’t find one of your kind
and if I may tell you
every atom of your flesh
is as dear to me, as my own.
Frankly as always, my love,
You’re the one my big heart is dying for
hence your mind has become my treasure
as my love for you is unending
since you’re a beauty
just the desire of my heart
hence I won’t let you go
till I lead you by my gentle arms
to the homestead that I was born and raised
at least, to see my dear Mom
the lady who made your love a gentleman
the reason I breathe sweetly in your presence.
My prettiest one,
Thanks be to you
for I’ve realized your love echoes mine
but, tell me my sweet of heart
How great will it feel?
when, after tying the knot, we’ll walk hand in hand
lie on the green grass in our homestead
then,
I shall raise the banner of love over you
My sweet of heart,
Just imagine,
How pleasant will it feel?
(Editor’s Note: NonDoc provides Sundaze as a weekly space for poetry, short prose, visual art and other ideas pitched by creatives in Oklahoma and around the world. All submissions are encouraged, and new creatives are sought. Submit your work for publication by contacting Editorial@NonDoc.com.)
More Sundaze
Sundaze: Love is for the birds who need good vibes
Sundaze: Norman tacos are a big damn deal
Sundaze: The U.K., the EU and African ways of love
Sundaze from South Africa: ‘Dear President…’
Sundaze: Seeking truth along the road
American Ninja Distraction and the bears
Political suicide: Slippery slope to the six six feet
Sundaze: Oklahoma halved and a poem from India
100 percent chance of Purple Rain: A poem on Prince
Sundaze: A naked lunch in the political echo chamber
Milady of the Beer: ‘I’m superb at love and war’
To become a man: Buddy Hield meets Kobe Bryant
Sundaze: A future of pizza and/or war
Trumpdaze: An ‘Unstoppable force’
Saving daylight: ‘We do not listen’
‘Our city on the hill embraces the landfill’
Earthquakes and sins: ‘The freedom to breathe’
‘Excuses for slavery prick my hand’
Happy Valentine’s Day: Every comic begins with ‘C’
Flat Earthism: ‘Today will not be normal’
‘Our love died right on the table’
Deflated footballs and a requiem for Beirut
Sundaze: Darth Vader, David Bowie & Emily Dickinson
‘Did you wash your mouth with acid?’
‘Life’s got reckoning to do’
