Olokun by John Pepper Clark

Olokun

I love to pass my fingers 
(As tide thro’ weeds of the sea 
And wind the tall fern-fronds 
Thro’ the strands of your hair)
Dark as night that screens the naked moon

I am jealous and passionate
Like Jehovah, God of the Jews,
And I would that you realize
No greater love had woman
From man than the one I have for you!

But what wakeful eyes of man,
Made of the mud of this earth,
Can stare at the touch of sleep
The sable vehicle of dream
Which indeed is the look of your eyes ?

So drunken, like ancient walls 
We crumble in heaps at your feet;
And as the good maid of the sea,
Full of rich bounties for men,
You lift us all beggars to your breast.

— John Pepper Clark

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