My Mystigal Poem by Barima Basoah

Your eyes are mysterious,
that I cannot tell what you want,
from your mystical gaze,
you are quite a marvel too.

You tickle me like shock wave,
that travels through the water,
and I am bobbing up and down,
with the waves soo thrilling.

I hear your heart beat like sound,
soo loud that travels through the air,
and I am dancing to the beat,
soo jamming to my soul.

You walk, waddling like a dodo,
to me is like sounding the fire alarm,
it is arousing the monster in me,
that some part of me wants to bite you.

Your sweet calling is like molecules,
in constant motion in a melting ice,
and my brain is melting,
heating my body temperature.

Your touch is like an oxygen,
from the air on a burning material,
and I am burning into ashes,
from the touches of your consuming hands.


From the collection: MY SHE
Epistles to my Unknown Woman