I African and Love

You and I are an eclipse, solar
Rare perfect match
We blind the earth
I the earth you the matter gravitating
Come ,come beloved, come with me
To where shall we go and our love grow?
To frispery restaurant and movies
Which men makes frisky? Or
The beach replete with lovers
Sowing seeds of words in the air
Which is sooner blown away by the wind?
No not the beach my beloved
For Africa boasts of few of them
Tightly your wrapper tie
Your basket carry, I my matchet and hoe
For to the farm we must go
At the back of beyond
Away from ensnaring eyes and influence
At the naked beaches
We shall sow not so much in words
As in deeds
No cloying of the ear with old cliché
Which men and women, think are marks of love
But which to me are but lack of love
Worry not about the music you hear at the restaurant
For the birds chant sweeter melody here
Nor about the movies, for here we shall watch
The gamboling of the hare, and the grace of the squirrels
Which are more thrillers
At the farm my beloved, at this impregnable farm
The sun hot off our back
And our sweat watering the ground
We our love shall grow
And tend it we shall, everyday
And reap it we shall at the harvest of harvests - that very day!