Tales Of A Wife: Sheila Poem by Vincent Onyeche

When I saw her during the winter
Tucked-in thick big hood-sweater
Casual like a tweedier
The inner-me said she glitter
Looked her dead in the eyes, only to get fever
Smiles of a newborn, I could shiver
Anticipation worsen the cold in winter
Weather was harsh, no fast coming summer
Mere hearing her name tongues twister
Haler: I forever dwell in favorable fever
Her caress an essential sweaty tummler
Job well-done sweepback in my locker
Soft skin like vela “what a twofer”
Sweet-talk and touch I feel a toddler
When I saw her during the summer
In beauty-upholster
I realized the reasons God rested on the seventh day.