My Love Harmattan

My lover is a gallant prince
Riding the dusty dry northeasterly trade winds from the Sahara
He gallops over tree tops and crawls upon the ground
He's silent, like a thief, waiting in ambush to capture me, his bride.
My lover comes to woo me again,
With exotic perfumes that leaves sores in your nostrils,
With fiery kisses, that leaves blisters on your lips,
With passionate caresses, that drains the fluid from your body
Leaving your skin white and parched.
His breath tingling cold upon my skin it leaves a trail of goosebumps.
That's the wanton effect he has on me.
I've waited many nights and days for him
He left last year without a note
It shattered my heart, but I pieced it together with gold
He's been doing that for ages.
My love harmattan is a philandering lover
Kissing everyone in his way,
Touching everyone he can reach,
Not sparing the men, even the men!
This year I'm fortifying my self against his charms
Smearing shea butter upon my skin
He shall call me but I shan't respond
He'll search for me, but won't find me
I can't have my heart broken again and again
Just for the pleasures of a few months.
But out of habit,
I shall run to the hilltop to watch my love arrive,
This time not with a kiss and an embrace
But with a resolve to resist him
I shall watch him ride past without seeing me
Without sensing me
And I shall smile
For I have resisted the charms of my love harmattan
Thanks to the magic of the shea butter.

Originally published on December 13, 2017.