Nok Figurine

The ocean in your eyes,
In its depth,moves me.

Your smiles like the juice
Of Marula,and the beauty
Of your carved lips do enchant me,
To mime the most vast
Deluge of songs,captivating
From Bantuland to Chelsea.

From Mombasa to Singapore,

You're the ancient antiquity,

Priceless like Benin bronze
Whose startling myths
Depict my soul