New flare
New flare
Let your grey be grey,
Let your white be white.
Dear darling, the day I met
you became a new start.
I don’t want to pretend as
if the world doesn’t stop
when you smile.
I have seventy-two weaknesses,
the first is your heart.
The second is the way
you hold my hands.
I promise the third is how you smile.
Sixty nine more things with your
name on it.
And I count you as a blessing.
I like this new effort, I like how you
continue to try.
And it’s kind of daring, but I’d be
starting a flare.
I am willing to love you from the
beginning, from your head to toes.
Let’s start:
I love the hair strands that nobody can
count.
I adore the scalp that takes a cut to find,
The forehead that sometimes fade
from pictures.
The eyeballs that calls my name,
dark and light; I remembers my shade.
It’s where the tears comes from, the days our words can no longer sustain.
The nose stick that breathe rested in.
The cheeks that sometimes
takes my peck.
Or my hands strangling them to death.
And those lips that merged to tame.
I can explore them since the priest declared it safe.
The neck that holds the head.
Sometimes, I stare.
I am loving the every bit.
The shoulders that I rest on.
It takes us
Down to chest region.
I am going to take this love to the
the biceps, to the navels.
I promise your body is worth exploring.
It’s okay to visit your back, it’s a place
where I can be a child.
Little horse for a fight, it would be fun to
jokingly ride.
I like how your body holds mine.
It’s called a hug in modern times.
So really, in your ribs I find mine.
Back to your arms.
To the fingers that holds my palms.
I am loving it till I get to the finger that
hold our vows.
I am loving from scratch till forever.
I am tempted to explore your body,
But I haven’t found the right words.
I know I am doing it right for
We’ve been declared as one.
So, we go past the navel to the waist region.
How many times do I call your name and
let that be place I draw you to my embrace.
It’s safe, it’s safe.
This waist, if held well is able to tame.
I took your last name, but permit me to
call you your first.
So Odun, below the waistline, you are made a man.
And this is for you and I, so we keep it
Like that.
I explore, but I am a jealous woman and I don’t look to fight.
To the laps and thighs, I derive pleasure.
It’s easier to watch movies at night.
To the knee, it kneels when we stay at the edge of the bed.
Calling to God to be there.
I am rolling to the leg
To the feet that stands ground.
I have found a new flare.
It extends to the look in your eyes.
To the soul that hides.
To spirit we can’t find.
My flare is three in one.
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