Wicked Endearment Poem by Melanie Emikohe

I'd like to keep you fastened
as if I'm running 90mph -
and keep up with your whereabouts
like my own credit card.
To remember is a choice.
It's terribly foolish to quit
when we're peaking love...
I don't know what's thereafter
the day I get purified,
once I marry,
once I get impregnated by a stranger,
once he and I move out
to an eighteen hour flight;
once I become a full fledged woman
of reason and virtues.
once I become older - really old
with a recurring memory
of your luscious, wavy, gray hair.
We adore each other madly,
in informality of course,
coated in zealous eyes, smiles,
embraces, childlike teases,
great, great sexes.
We thought it could be lust
and decided it's not all that,
Afterall.
There is a simple kind of happiness
in any simple place with you,
from eating popcorns, horror movies,
to trashing each other with unkind words
in a kind manner.
It's been us before anything,
now and hereafter.
It's getting messy.
You know, I waited.
Why didn't you tell me?
Not today - before.