Godfrey Machuka

The Benchmark

Like Satan I was roaming
With both mine eyes, mind and legs
Then I saw it coming,
The jewel upon which this story pegs
Of a butterfly once-upon-a-time
I let go from this mine palm.

She hovered over and over
Teasing my carnal passion
Spreading her wings to uncover
The magnetism of her fashion
And I laid her in my dreams
And therein only, it seems.

Like Satan I will roam again
Stealthily into her closed door
I will watch with envy and a pain
The other stud her taste know
His thrusts I will imagine mine
Not a second of it will be fine

So when I go pick mine butterfly
Her picture will forever reign
That even though mine be a water fly
Satisfied to be I will feign
Silently I will live with the scar
Regretting why I let go a star.

Unlike Satan I hereby whisper
Lord, let happiness be hers
Even though I missed her by a whisker
Loving her my heart still does
And one thing again, Lord
To forget her may I not afford.

Hope am not near being stupid
To seriously want that in the next world
She be mine little cupid
Because the other guy will be old and bald
And ever since I was an embryo her I wanted
Lord, make sure that that is finally granted.

Poem Submitted: Monday, November 15, 2010

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