The sun is a faithful glory not a shiny hotness.
So many times I wished I possessed a nibble of its boldness.
Behind the wars of love I shall not deserve a medal of bravery,
And to fuel the fires of my woes, the luck apportioned me wavered.
The fruits of my passion were getting rotten
But I couldn’t help but bare more.
If only I was a character in a movie or novel;
Damn this is life!
Thin lines are hard to see and easy to cross.
In the space of two seasons
She evolved from silhouette to face to person.
From whence did such awareness come?
If ever I was told by a fortune telling breed
Of my later love, never would I have agreed.
Where was the strength to resist this urge?
My hands wandered her skin,
My heart fleet at the speed of light
And her complimentary heart beat as hard.
Our lips gently touched and our eyes closed;
The moment I’d been waiting for had come –
The dream had come through.
We lay hands on each other,
Slowly and gently we tasted true love.
And the chill of the harmattan feared to touch us.
Till the end I savoured every bit of the moment eyes closed,
Raised my lids and I had bathed in my sweat.
I was in an inverse world, and like mirror my dream was fragile,
I only wish my eyes weren’t so agile.
I’ve wondered if at all God gave me some charm,
Or is it that my charm is beheld by the wrong people.
I displayed wit beyond my youth’s capacity,
Whether day or night
For her I was gentle as the moonlight.
I told half lies, half truths and full white lies
And God on high may have applauded my generous efforts.
She must have seen all of these, if not,
A sorcerer could have made me limpid as glass
And all she’ll glimpse will still be oblivion to her heart.
Some other gentleman occupied the hallowed confines of her heart
And as a precipitate of my jealousy I denied ever knowing love,
When in me she dwelled and drained my joy and sanity
And I prayed to mitigate such sweet penalty.
The queen of my heart knighted a prince charming;
It wasn’t me.
She countered his countless superior appellations to my ears,
These are things I’d have to live without.
My ears got sore
And her words were like daggers
That stabbed my soul
But my feigned happy-for-you smiles kept her fooled.
Sadly for her and happily for me,
He recklessly threw her heart for grabs.
What arrant folly,
Even for the keys to heaven I’d still have held on to her.
Stealthily, behind the masquerade of friendship’s might,
I decided to sneak up and possess his birth right.
With a face like a monalisa
By the dextrous hand of a great and vilified artist,
I’d wish nothing else feature in my dreams.
She boasted other-worldly brown hazel almond eyes,
Delicate nostrils holding on to a rare bridge
And thin fine rosé moist lips
That exposed ivory teeth and tacit dimples when they part.
A ration of her raven black her hung over her left eye;
It made me think of her as the she-pirate of my heart.
A graceful tall svelte frame with an artist’s outlines,
Suave as such, in her gait and sundry manners,
This is probably why my heart wasn’t
Dissuaded from yearning for her affection;
I speak of a creature of immense perfection.
But my wild appetite in this damsel
Should not teach that
I wasn’t in bondage with another.
Please do not melt your wax of scorn on my manner,
The blame goes to my independently reckless heart.
But I don’t and won’t blame my heart;
The dame with whom I was in bondage
Had many virtues like unearthly beauty
And paralyzing stares,
But she was too wise and too sane to be in love.
If I walked, I absconded with just a hug.
Sooner or later
I was going to fling this commitment into the flames of oblivion
And intimately accept this pending recent union.
I pushed joy away and succeeded in learning to fake smiles.
Life became more difficult than it had been.
I evolved into a believer
That did not believe
And still believed;
But it couldn’t be love I felt,
I’m invincible; I should be against just an idea,
An insipid, intangible idea,
I pretended that what happened to my innards
Had nothing to do with love,
That it was what they call a crush.
Sigh! Unfortunately for me I hoped the dusk will fade into day.
My superior logic pushed my love for her into oblivion.
And my heart and mind were in scythed union.
Lies are fickle and don’t last;
The one I told myself didn’t have much life either.
I’d murdered her but she’d just not die.
Her ghost haunted my peace and I loved it,
She made herself a drug that kept me sane,
And she conquered my dreams and roved there alone.
In the silence when nobody was around
I heard her whisper,
In moments with her I walked on the clouds like an ethereal creature
And the rest of the world was hushed.
Her voice and smile fed me satisfaction I can’t fathom.
When we bid farewells my face changed form
Of its own accord; a truth that striped my emotions bare.
This was enough to know I loved her.
“I don’t know what it is fate wants with me
But I know what I want with you.
For because of you
My sanity threatens to flee,
I feel blind but have never seen better.
There is a spectrum of feelings
That fill me to the brim
And comingle into one –
A beautiful breed of feeling; love,
I don’t know what you want with me
But you’ve ripped my heart from my chest
And my mind deserts me with my heart in your grasp.
I’ve whispered these words and more into a hole
But it is your love I need to nourish my soul.”
I told my emotions
To my face in the face of the mirror.
Time for me to chronicle my emotions to her had come
And I garnered my scattered pieces of courage.
Just when the breath of word was forming,
Happily, she told me she’d found a new love.
Daggers and arrows would have done me less harm,
And my soul was instantly in union with sorrow.
I wondered how love could be exquisitely painful and sweet.
Then I began to hope that betwixt myth and legend
My knowledge of this experience shall come to rove till
It is lost in the dust and webs of the corridors of antiquity.
That if ever she learned it is her I always wanted to be with,
She definitely will believe it a myth.