Melanie Emikohe

Like an obedient child,
I wait. I wait.
Tomorrow, will you?
At a friend's party.
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He is all about subtleties -
Half smiles, off-whites on cinco de mayo;
He gets around with restraint,
A sneaky shadow in a crowd!
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Time has never been this slow..
Each second, I get crushed -
If only that when I wake up
I've already served a tnousand sleeps!
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Today, I marry my eccentricity.
I am done tiptoeing!
To fit in and ravish the same fruit,
Got me bewildered. Oh, insecurity!
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Don't stare at the mists in my eyes
they are not children of grief;
don't embarrass me by prying
I would rather you look away.
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I anticipate disaster
before it bumps into my way;
gradually accumulated
the stress wrinkles.
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An agreement of minds
convene; all of them
dressed in suits and ties
to discuss by which
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My love is a red wine,
preserved its taste
by years - to spare -
for such exclusive lips.
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Hooked into this habit,
staying up late, two AM;
my lover drools on my pillow;
I watch his dreaming state.
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but statemen genuflect
to buy whatever costs
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I will sing to you a song
that nobody sang to me~
melody that would have
made me cry and smile.
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let it be known to Sorrow
that I've reopened to smile -
Inspite of its ritual calling,
that I dwell and share his cries.
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I got stabbed a few times
Because I was idiot and willing!
Fearlessly chasing Happiness,
And it taunted my desperation.
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The strong scent of coffee
Is my soul's favored company;
Such a warm comfort trickle its way
Of bitter, to find its way to sweet!
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Happy is a weather of the day
not a season, not a brand.
It is the clouds that tease the sun
randomness of a child.
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Don't peek
I've been working hard
Not to move
Under my cover
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I have a bag of seashells
Collected from acres of sand
Sums up my walk's treasure
At my abode, an idle land
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Oh please,
Don't tap at my heart,
It's trying to go to sleep.
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His love got me sailing
But it's made of a paperboat;
Now soggy, dismembered...
Such love - a floating rubbish!
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the closer it gets to me,
gradually I disregard -
like expired paperdolls.
I advance too soon!
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