Yvonne

Yvonne

In the silent, cold of the night

Beneath our table moon;

In your mild, soporific light

Your piercing eyes show through.

In a weary night undressed

A passionate word in black caressed;

Cradled by Nigerian lips

A touch of emotion slips.

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