MIDNIGHT VISIT by NakedSha

...Omonoba...
Our people say:
Yoruba: Ìrẹ́jẹ ò sí nínúu fọ́tò; bí o bá ṣe jókòó ni o ó bàá ara-à rẹ.
Eng: There is no cheating in photography; it is just as you sit that you will find your image. - Yoruba Proverb.
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I like this proverb. Let's think how the ancestors were thinking before Photoshop and co. 
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Before today;s main business, I'd like to share an interest with you. I like to send (and receive) postcards and letters (obviously). So, if you would, let me know and I'd be glad to receive a POSTCARD from you!!! YEY! And then, I'd send you a POSTCARD too of beautiful Boulder, Colorado. This applies to whoever and wherever in the world. In the past months, I have sent out a couple of postcards to some bloggers. So, be part of this.

So, my readers asked particularly for the full versions of the poetry excerpts that I posted last time here. I have posted MIDNIGHT VISIT by NAKEDSHA. Don't forget to leave your comments. :)

Midnight Visit.

Would you peep at my window

tonight? Four panes sit ajar.

I teach you constantly,

the techniques of this thing;

our love. Let’s call it that.

Listen with care, pay attention.

Last time you stumbled into

Butler’s window. He awoke.

Take the verandah tonight,

wear dark trousers and tunic.

Gracious! If Baker should

notice you, I would not

acknowledge you.

I left your bicycle beneath

the stairwell. If Nursemaid

sees you, say the cycle

is your mission. Never take

the back garden. Mother

will hear you creep,

she sleeps as a bird.

And Mother’s done this before,

when Pa was a boy.

She would scold life out of me;

perhaps, Baker will help roast me.

Blessings,

NakedSha.