love has always been that golden fish
so elusive to me that I gave up
I immerse myself into books
and started a romance with poetry
I felt love was for the weak,
fools and those who are meek.
all daughters of eve I spied on with hate.
I never for once thought of a mate
until one beautiful Wednesday evening
along the pathway very close to my abode
where nature merged with humanity
where all is always calm and clear
I saw an angel in human form
calm, gentle and graceful like a cherubim
a pleasant smile at the corner of her mouth
lost to thoughts only known to her
her face shone like the morning sun
her footsteps light like the swaying of trees
residing at granny's backyard
her smell leaves my nasal cavity in torture
hello pretty I Said! .
my name isn't pretty she replied!
my name is aduke!
sorry I muttered under my breath
she walked away leaving me speechless
I was tongue tied like a boy
stealing a piece of meat in the pot
when his mother suddenly walked in on him
my silent musings slowly left
I lost track of time as I thought of aduke
the ebonic damsel of my dreams
of braided hair and sumptuous lips
aduke took over my dreams
she seeped into my thoughts
I feel the residue of her smell
in the early morning air
two weeks gone by, I saw aduke
I saw my future on her face
I approached and planted a kiss
on her soft rubbery lips
she was stunned to her depth
she stared at me for long
as I enjoyed the taste of her lips
that tasted like heaven mixed with honey
there and then I asked her to be mine
I promised her a future filled with love
a life filled with laughter
never to be consumed by sorrow
she accepted to be mine
instantly I became alive
suddenly love became the sweetest thing
as i gaze upon my beautiful aduke
few months later I stopped seeing my aduke
I searched far and wide, I drew a blank
her absence created a hole in me
my nights became filled with nightmare
I hear she is now far away
been soon I held her in my arms
even though I feel her presence
and the heavy honey smell
I see her face in the mirror on my wall
and it keeps me company in my quiet moments
everyday I still long for my aduke
and her beaded backside
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem