By Edward Ukwimi
In the end all am trying to do
is to make sense of all this,
Should i dig a grave for this love i feel for you
And sit on top of it,
As we play pretend every time
You come by.
How my heart breaks every time
You say good bye.
Because i want you near me everyday
To hear the music of your voice.
You make me doubt anatomy
Because the pericardium of my heart seems to be made out wax
How else can you explain
Why my heart melts when i hear the heat of your voice.
You seem certain that you wont stay
That’s the reason
You come each morning
So that i can see
Your shadow disappear again.
You never let me come close to you that much
That’s the reason when we stand in the sun
I let your shadow touch mine
In that way
I get to kiss you unconsciously.
I know that sounds off-key
I will understand if you sue me.
But I’ve learnt to appreciate little moments with you.
Because we know the words to the song love
But sing it off tune anyway ,
Am caught in between
Throwing in the towel
And staying long in the belief you will learn to love me as much.
In between all that
Slowly falling apart.
So i sit
at Jacobs well seeking for motivation
Because you my Recheal you stand a few steps away from me.
The odds determined to keep you far from me.
You are like the sunshine
Being made not to shine on my days
Imagine the darkness.
I wish i had some thing clever to say to make you believe
But i sit on Jacobs well
Because i want to drink the rainbow in your skin
So that i can learn to appreciate your diversity.
You say i blackmail you with words
When you are holding me captive
And my heart keeps sending love notes
As ransom to set me free.
But to be honest
What i mean is i want you to tie me up with your affection
Lock me up in your love
Kill me with your kisses
Every night .
Because i swear
i will resurrect every morning
So that you kill me again.
Because even bees
Buzz in wishes
To make such honey like the one that hides beneath the smooth muscle of your mouth.
So listen to the intent in this words
I’ve brought my poetic might
To make your ears stare at what i say
To see the gold beneath all this dirty.
I sit at Jacobs well
Sipping motivation to hold on.
I don’t have much to say
Because a well can run out of water.
And a poet out of words,
Listen to the world slim weight lover .
I will write you butterflies
So that you can teach them
That flying is not always away
And love doesn’t always mean heart breaks.
You are convinced that love must be a bad tutor
Because every one that tried to love you
Was so bad at it
That they got D pluses.
Non deserved a second chance
You gave them exclusions.
Now you sit and wonder if any of it can be real
So you lock yourself in.
So I write you visions
That will make you see mountains of possibilities in the little I bring.
Because here is a man
That knows how to love off syllabus
Love you so well
I will make you want to jump out of your skin,
And refuse to go back in it
because you will just want to share mine.
Will give love a good skin
Because like the epidermis
Depends on the dermis for survival.
My very survival will lean on your love.
I can still write
Though no witty words,
Or those lines that make a crowd scream
A poets name.
I only have a Pandora’s box
Full of myth
And beautiful ideas of how I can love you best.
That’s my truth
And I have been making love to truth
That’s the reason
It nolonger walks naked in the streets
It now keeps comfort in my Pandora’s box.
For truth is what we make it.
So let’s tie this knot
And the more we struggle the tighter it becomes.
So I will write you
A Christmas morning
So that beneath the trees of Christmas
you will find all the gifts I’ve grown there.
I will write you
A cold morning for every instant you have given me goosebumps .
Just know when ever you are lonely and cold
I keep a fire in my arms
To keep you warm
But this is not a fairytale
So sometimes I will break your heart
So I bought you glue
It only cost k2.50
Use it to mend your heart
Each time i hurt you.
So i write you healing
And if you shed a tear
A rainbow shall be sent to color the scene.
You don’t deserve to cry.
I have been in the lab of late
I swear i have just made the vaccine
That will make you immune to falling out of love.
I might be crazy
But I love you madly.
Here are the keys to my Pandora’s box.
In there are stories you will remember me for.
Still the world slim weight lover.