A Certain Kind Of Love Making And Love Poem by Sandra Chinonye Vivian Nwadi

One day,
Four days ago
Like some other days all my life.
I made love.

I made ecstatic, orgasmic love
With an amazing one.
A phenomenom.
More than an ultimate muse.

Then, I got pregnant
And had a baby!
All in a space of a few hours.
I have many other babies too.

Maybe, just maybe,
I will tell you more.
Maybe, just maybe,
I will share more
And let you in on this tomorrow.
I will tell-share.
The air waves like it.
The ear drums of the walls like it.
The sun and moon shone.
The stars will still shine tonight.

A Goddess ought to share
A Goddess with three names.
Yes, I will share one of my babies with you.
Soon.
First,
Make love always.
While you wait,
Be you.
Be brilliant.
Love the sensual you.

Remember love is all encompassing.
It isn’t often what you think.
Never blind.

I’m chewing on another ambient recipe
And I serve you this on invisible plates
Of patched gold and diamonds.
It all means this.
It also all means that.
So while you wait and wonder about the babies.
Make love always.

Actually, not really,
Just love truly.
Be true.
All times.