Vincent Onyeche

Gold Star - 5,781 Points (4th October 1987 / Asaba, Nigeria)

Tales Of A Wife: Sheila - Poem by Vincent Onyeche

When I saw her during the winter
Tucked-in thick big hood-sweater
Casual like a tweedier
The inner-me said she glitter
Looked her dead in the eyes, only to get fever
Smiles of a newborn, I could shiver
Anticipation worsen the cold in winter
Weather was harsh, no fast coming summer
Mere hearing her name tongues twister
Haler: I forever dwell in favorable fever
Her caress an essential sweaty tummler
Job well-done sweepback in my locker
Soft skin like vela “what a twofer”
Sweet-talk and touch I feel a toddler
When I saw her during the summer
In beauty-upholster
I realized the reasons God rested on the seventh day.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 28, 2013

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