Woman In Love; The Three Headed Being Poem by Nancy Ilamwenya

There is a combat within my entity, I want my abuser,
There is a contest within my being, I need my abuser,
The bout is bloody:
A determined spirit, a resolute mind and an indomitable body,
Who shall prevail?
I call to stand, Her admirable, the Spirit.
“You ignore me, because you can not see me,
The force behind your sacrosanctity, the breath of God in you,
I now take a stand, to decry derision.”
Words well spoken, take the stand, Your Magnificence, The Body.
“I shriek with anguish, at the burden bestowed upon me,
Form of the spirit, face of the mind, I am.
Burdened to impress and inspire,
My eyes behold his brown ones, his godly built, his virile gait when he approaches.
My skin relishes his on me, the soft hairs on his tickles me and every nerve on my body tingles.
He smells like early morn in nanny’s kitchen, like freshly cut cypress, like rain upon dusty ground.
His lips call mine sweetness, and gasp at the bulge on my chest and back, with probing marvel,
He puts his hand upon my curves, like a sculptor inspecting his work, a trace here, a tap there,
I lay helpless in his masculinity, accusing you, frail spirit and you, puny mind.”
Thought-provoking indeed Your Magnificence! I call our last witness, Her Worship, the Mind.
“I am adorned in the shameless consequences of thoughtlessness
Of a vain body and frail spirit,
You have reserved reason, restrained rationale;
In the face of so much absurdity, my purpose is beaten.
There is a fight within me,
For freedom to love him without guilt, to hug him without resentment to kiss him without anger.
What will unite spirit, body and soul, in a woman who in love?