To Fatima From A Vincible Heart
I have read so much of Pablo Neruda,
Eaten so much of Antonio Jacinto,
Still to walk up to you, drains me red,
Your moonlit flecks and walk,
Makes me demand more blood...
You are a blazing touch.
And my pre-spoken words vanishes when I see you
And till now, I watch you walkaway
Just waiting for me to speak the first words
And seal the first kiss....
Fatima is from a part of my country
Which stretches its mark down to Eros
I have drank so much of Baccheaus
Walked seven lifetimes with the seven sages,
Was a student of love, but I still stutter, around you
When you magically move your ferocious eyes
Towards my timid direction, hoping to see me smile
Yet again, the man in me is ever sleeping
So I pen my taught to you tonight....................
Yesterday, someone told me you have found
A crown! ! Is that true?
A lord over you, is that so?
Was he smarter than I could hope to be?
Richer than I could ever dreamt of becoming?
Thousand of question raced through me.
Oh, I also heard he's got some foreign made beards
And am just a blunt beardless man, NO! ! -boy
I picked my barrel of written words
Walked the streets of despair, through the roads
Without shame! ! !
Without fear! ! !
Without been discouraged! ! !
But heavily disappointed...
Just before I open my written piece to Fatima,
My everyday jottings of her,
For seven years, have been muted, at her sight
Fear of rejection! !
Fear of been looked down upon! !
Fear of coming with no four legged metallic monster! !
Just before I could tell Fatima,
How every day of my seven years was incomplete
Without seeing her,
And how I gullibly smile at her ravaging traces..
I heard those words, "You May kiss the bride"
And it, Send me six feet into abyss where till now
I continue to nourish my internal bleeding.....
A bleeding that may never heal till I become a Man! ! !
Kareem Itunu Azeez
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
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