Curled up, I wonder in my bed
If you often have me in your thoughts
Or roll over timelessly
Thinking about just me
...
I believe in love;
true love.
I believe in love;
Its existence and all it stands for
...
Some mornings, you wake up
With a deep rooted feeling
Of gladness and satisfaction,
With thoughts that everything
...
One day,
Four days ago
Like some other days all my life.
I made love.
...
The Chill
Curled up, I wonder in my bed
If you often have me in your thoughts
Or roll over timelessly
Thinking about just me
as my mind stubbornly roams.
At unpatterned intervals,
I too stretch and flip over.
Around you, I feel the throbbing,
Quickened sounds of my drumming heart beats.
I am almost always over the mountain edge
And I do not know how I climbed up.
I can feel the burning of emotional
Heroin spreading from deep inside
Reflecting on my face,
Burning up my light skin
To an invisible red blush.
Always, I chew, grind and ruminate
Constantly about the enticing edible words
You feed to me and how you act.
Wanting an answer to your proposals.
Unconsciously, covering up with a thick
Blanket of who I am and what is best
From the feuding fever that chills me
Each time I hungrily think of you or not.
This feeling of the fever,
This feeling of the cold,
A flaming phenomenal ill of some sort
Liberally creating unwanted chaos.
These three, I can inexplicably not bear.
Written by
Sandra Chinonye Vivian Nwadi