Poem For Proggie Poem by Wensislaus Mbirimi

It all began with the mad crew and their funny chats
Over skies raining chrome fines
Yours was a name without substance and form
Like a moth to a flame
So to the chat lines of Memory mine reply button was drawn

When imagination turned reality what a knockout
Looks surely can be deceiving
First glance and thought was of an anorexic kid,
Fed on a double dose of junk American fashion sense
Wannabe, self hating and head in the wrong place lass

Fast forward for our acquaintance and midday meetings
If the cover was deceiving then the inside was subtly revealing
Head on I confronted eyes with a piercing but dazzling look
A look telling a story, a story that could be past hurt
Past hurt preventing new beginnings
New beginnings clearly longed for
Still the doubt

Chic fashion sense revealing one in love with self
The reed thin but supple strong physique
A body oozing sensuality though small boned and teak tough
Rarely does a body say so much from so little
There is a complexity in the simplicity of the symmetry of that body
Goose pimples imagined as the fabric caressed the creamy skin
Told them you could still draw gazes in a sack
Of-cos knew you would laugh

Yours is a raw untainted beauty
Angular faced full mouth pouting
Never sure what my fear was, to bite or to be bitten
Always feared to be found out staring
Still was it ever a secret

Salima; named for peace, calm and serenity
Like a rose your beauty hiding behind thorns
Smile and let me glimpse the dimple
God fearing but far from being a doormat about it

Memories still cherished of the shake of that head
That's why yourn images were requested and smugly accepted
Strangely though welcome that was a poor substitute
What would have done is what you could not do
Just being there for me to steal a look whenever mine eyes grew thirsty
More time to shape new memories is needed
New memories towards the future

New horizons came too early for me though you needed them then
Tried to pour out but reluctantly held back, feared spoiling what was already there
The rains came too early and what a downpour
Am waiting, knowing what I want
Not sure if that would be complimented
Still knowing my Memory, I think………….