The Empress Of My Heart Poem by Akachukwu Lekwauwa

If I wait by the well of water,
Then I could stand till the end of time.
For we are passed the age
When maidens go out at evening time to draw water,
But I am persuaded by the new millennium,
Rendezvous at big-trendy-crunchy places
With the loft of Kilimanjaro.

Surely, she abhors her man riding on a camel
He is wanted inside the cushion of modern exotics
Her high and pitcherless shoulder
Nothing to lay down to quench my thirsty soul
Yet, her name is Rebecca.
Obscurely I might empty my treasure into her bare hands.

Once a nervous man,
Afraid of trusting himself to the seduction of the moment,
Ashamed of putting forward his pretentions
To an intimacy with the other,
Yesterday is gone.
Only today and forever remains for us,
And to be a coward is no way to success
Neither in poetry, in war nor in love!

In a clime where maidens adorn breastplate,
Requiring the hardest and heaviest hammering to stir,
The blows do not hurt the iron
Instead, the one hammering,
For love it seems a barren time.

In awe I observe her frame,
For she goes bare-breasted,
Unfazed by the quick eyes and quick tongues
Of seeing and roving men,
Not fearing the dart of Adam or Smith.
Exquisitely, exuding warmth and beauty
From her large heart,
To the soothing of the pedantic companion,
And the polished acquaintance,
To the admiration of public view,
And to the shame of Vashti.

So I aim with no air of precaution,
For I am a metrical experimenter,
With fewer blemishes,
Not fearing being caught in a shower of rain.
And in case of any untoward accident,
Not fearing if I be able
To make good my retreat home.

I've flexed a laudable and healthy supremacy
Over my fevered mind,
Not yet could the boldest of mind,
In its toughest hour of manly fortitude,
Endure to be domesticated with such a feeling.
I hereby unbutton my bosom,
For hereafter a new epoch of my life begins.
Perhaps a human signification,
One not unnatural result
Or accompaniment of such an encounter.

Could I ever think of her or see her without trembling?
When she calls out to me
With peculiar tenderness,
Wave-notes of love fall on my ear.
She shakes hands with beauty,
Wearing a pair of fashionable chic,
Live-long, emitting seraphic smiles,
Simplicity remains her ultimate sophistication.

A flicker of hope in need of an angelic nursing,
Will you cup hands of love around them,
As you would around a candle in the wind?
Will you infuse the warmth of your heart,
Into the embers of my soul?