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A love poem by Martins, where he likens her sensuousness to the intoxication of Palm-wine, for Different Truths.
I see on her cream, fleshy cheekbones
a pellucid colour glimmers
like of a pink rose
that harmonise with her lips.
I see in her a full moon love
which pops up in the welkin.
Her love flicking in the gyring time Her love beyond the heftiness
of her husky thigh:
it never fade under the full-fledged sun.
I feel too,
a full touch of her love
like a gourd fully drunk with Palm-wine.
©Martins Tomisin
Photo from the internet.
