Mistery Man....True Lover - Poem by Claudia Nkhata
How come I never asked how old you are...
I wondered when you were gone…
I know myself to be outspoken perhaps loquacious yet all my words were gone…
You walked in like an angel sent from heaven to rescue me…
When you spoke it was like you knew exactly what I wanted to hear for you uttered precisely what my ears longed for…Purified words…
So tender and fairy was your touch yet resisting thinking you would touch where it hurts but the body knew that it was a touch of a noble mystery man who cared for a lost woman who probably didn’t even know what she was doing for her heart admitted the claim that she was confused perhaps still is confused…
No one has ever held me the way you did when we kissed, so strong yet soft, deep and sweet…
This isn’t right and when I looked at you, your eyes spoke to my heart then I knew you meant it and I believed in you words…
To be trapped & lost in the trilogy of humanity that I can imagine
Carefully thinking what would be fair with the fair lady who seemed so naïve than she truly was…pensive
Can I satisfy her body and quench her long over due thirst of a man or…
Would she endure the emptiness, loneliness, pain and remorse she will feel once I'm gone...
Could I be true to myself and honor that which I truly am knowing that somewhere someone laid awake waiting for my return…
Thankfully you knew exactly what to do…to let go so that when you are gone your mysterious ways are always remembered and all remains everything but memories of a good guy with a heart as pure as gold…
Each time I think of you I can’t help but remember your words too
…would you be upset if I choose not to do it with you?
In my heart I wondered why are not all men like you...
To be someone who never compromise for a mere one night stand
Then you looked at me, it was like you said you will find a man like me but not entirely like me because that man will be young and single on top of all that I am…
I shut my eyes and there you were, your words came out and you pronounced my name just the way it should be
…you are young, beautiful, attractive and intelligent you deserve more than just a one night stand…
I thought I felt embarrassed but it’s only now that I’ve thought about it do I realize that what I felt wasn’t embarrassment but joy! I rejoiced at the fact that we didn’t do it and that makes me remember more of your words.”…
Who are you?
As plain as it sounds yet so broad that not even THE girl you earlier called intelligent could answer instead it made me realized what a mystery I was to myself as I repeatedly recited…
But it remains unanswered
Who are you?
Who am I?
Really, who am I?
Did I not say I’ll thank you when you are gone? Yeah! This is my way of saying thank you…
The way I know how. I’ll forever be grateful to you for preventing it from happening
Tell me, did that kiss mean anything to you?
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