So What Will It Be? Poem by Sylvia Chidi

So what will it be?
What will it be?
What will it be?

When the sun rises
With life hitches that you try to stitch
In your everyday struggle

So what will it be?
What will it be?
What will it be?

When you try to analyse
Instead of embracing
What’s been thrown before you?

You may think you have the answer
But whatever it is
I get your point
Let me be blunt
Open your mind, open your eyes
Can’t you understand?
For it is not that easy
Life itself is messy and greasy

You are probably wondering
What I am talking about
I am talking about yesterday
I am talking about last month
About last year
I am talking about that time we first met
In this worlds mysterious set
When we both not scared to experiment

I remember the flirty words we first spoke
And how sensual you felt in the morning when we awoke
I remember your hot feverish kisses
Which with your slender tongue you unleashed
I remember your gentle touch
And the feel of your silky skin
Our exchange of hot body fluids
When you delivered your goods

A choice of broken moods
Brought it all to an end my friend

Since then
I have an inclination
A declaration
It is my confession
My virtual animation
Of my vivid imagination
Of what events should take place between me and you

Sometimes people never know
How you feel inside and they go
Leaving you low
As time grows
So I say it out aloud
If you cant hear
It may get to you by word of mouth

Now we meet again
I hope this time not in vain
There is something here I fear
For when I look into your eyes
You body silently trembles
And your fixed smile resembles
That of Miss Queen Latifas
From afar
Your natural spontaneous gaze
Embroids and glitters your face

When I touch you
You shake like a leaf
While I play with your scarf
I want to taste the lily of your valley
And touch your cream coloured honey
I want to feel the skin of your world with my lips
And listen to your moaning sounds on my trip
But for now we can start with a kiss
It’s a bit of a hit and miss

This is my fantasy
A living reality of my needs
So what will be?
What will it be?
What will it be?

My illusion
My final conclusion
Is perpetually simple
You were meant to be
For you and me
Can’t you see?
So what will it be?

© Sylvia Chidi- 17 October 2005