ON A LOVE TRAIN

He that sits on the horse With sheol storming his clause Visits soon my tremble, Unless I demolish this temple. Would peace be restored And my heart with joy restored? For you came like a thief, Stealing far beyond belief: To steal; to kill; and to destroy. What a contrast you employ.
Ọmọge Kárí'lé Omidan Kárí'lé Ọ̀rọ̀ ẹnu ló fi ń wù mí Adúmáadán aládìtú èdè omidan Tọ́ mi wò.
Oh damsel Kárí'lé! In your eyes my comfort lays. The breath of your nostril soothes Like the breeze on balm that soothes. In your belly lies treasure With strength no man can measure. Your words though bridled Catapult brain well principled. Between your laps would I sleep; In fantasy my strength slip.
Ọmọge Kárí'lé Omidan Kárí'lé Ọ̀rọ̀ ẹnu ló fi ń wù mí Adúmáadán aládìtú èdè omidan Tọ́ mi wò.
To some, you are defected; Here, strongly admired and respected. The skin so black I admire, Even though friends bluntly fire. Upon my desire will I not repent Till their pride relents. Now that my life seems to end, Your consent would it only mend, Lest in sepulchre I should cry And my bones melt and even dry.
Ọmọge Kárí'lé Omidan Kárí'lé Ọ̀rọ̀ ẹnu ló fi ń wù mí Adúmáadán aládìtú èdè omidan Tọ́ mi wò.
Tosin writes under the name Ajekunrin of Africa — poems, plays, and essays about home, distance, and what gets left behind.
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