Your skin is a map of your home
Richer than every cocoa and coffee bean combined,
More precious than every sterling coin in the pocket of the world
It tells a story of your history, Afrika ya mashariki.
Your hands, strong from 400 years of slavery
You dance to escape the chains as you use your body to paint a picture so sweet.
Your chest-titanium-carved like the faces of Egyptian pyramids
Guarded by an angel when my head is not there to watch over you,
My ear unable to hear the stampede of your heart,
Your heart so spectacular and fulfilling,
Your heart causes butterflies to spill from my soul and run to you like the annual migration in the Serengeti.
Your lips cushion every syllable you sing to me
Your voice flood my brain and every cell within
Your words build me up like the tallest tower,
Made of hope, made of trust, made of love.
Your eyes shine like stars in an African skyline
You leave me so breathless and everytime I blink,
I’m so scared of losing you and that you’re gone.
All these things cause fireworks,
My heart does not want to leave the warm home we made together,
It loves to wake up to the smell of rich coffee beans,
My ears greeted by melody
My skin washed in kisses.
-Precious Mealia 2013