I remember

As I see your veiled face,
Trying to hide away from my daily trance,
Even through the veil, I remember your face,
I remember your soft blue eyes as you devoured my face,
The tears that filled them when we were in France,
How I could not resist the praise,
The flatterings of the Nigerian populace,
And I wish my heart were space,
Where we could burn our incence and sacrifice.
My chest tightens at your fragrance,
I remember the wettness on my conscience,
The day I let you jump over the fence