(Dedicated to Folake) <br /> <br />Through the doors of my heart <br />Her presence enters, <br />A trail of light, wind, and commendations <br />Of summer escort her footsteps <br />Sashaying the strands of her hourglass garment. <br /> <br />Impressions stretched like sunlight on a prism, <br />As wind whispering thru river reeds, <br />As cool as beach wind stroking tenderly <br />Across the hairs of my skin: <br />Beautiful enigma, my African konga <br /> <br />Playing your melodic rhythms on the floors of my being <br />Opens me to wind that is you. You, my crystal wind <br />Washing away brine that has been tied to the waters of my soul. <br />Your eyes place me in utopia, your hands bring me succour <br />From the muddy places that have held me in itches <br /> <br />Your presence is a softness <br />Chilling as the wind, woman.<br /><br />Onis Sampson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-presence-like-the-wind/
