Poetry // Come Apace

COME APACECome apaceInto the refuge of my pinionsFor he is falser than vows made in wineHis kisses are Judas’s own childrenComeVanish the thoughts of pending doomHis love is no phoenix that you must huntToss away the willow in your bosomAnd spray no more willows about your bed
Shed not a tearFor him who has no music in himselfCome, oh, come dearAccept my simple featuresAnd dwell not on the fringe of my affectionsLet not your existence be on the suburbs of my heartBut wear my faithful vowsOn the crown of your head
Come, oh, fair princessScrub thy fair faceCast from thee the last edition of his shapeWash thy veil of tressesAnd I would dry them with the torrid blaze of yourlove.-----Inez Anigbogu