I have run the race of one who expect his dues.
My mind numb as it’s scarred with bruise,
On this race; I stumbled on the laces of my shoes.
But lo! The race I ran brought me to you my muse.
Like a whisper, your name dropped.
I hastened like fire was under my feet,
I gave heed to the cues,
The very whisper of your name in my heart,
Like balm, the sight of you calmed my hurting bruise.
Your lips shaped like the Cupid’s bow,
Glistened as you moisten them with your tongue,
While words like salve to a wound,
Lifted me up and out of the cold blues.
Whoever said that the dark will always linger,
When like the sun you turned the night to day,
With the brightness of your smile,
As your large eyes fringed with long lashes,
Glitters like two diamonds.
They Pierced my being shedding me of my walls,
And with humour, your eyes sparkle as they,
Drew me in into their precious secrets,
In anger, your eyes steely and hard they become,
But the engraved laugh lines tells me all is clear
And that’s all I need to hear.
Your golden coloured skin tingles my fingers,
With vibrant electricity,
Yet they are yet to touch them.
How baby soft and firm I know they will be,
As the line that frame them remains luminescent.
Oh how can I bridge the gap,
That distance wedged between us?
To change the anonymity between us,
To your awareness of my identity,
To be able to cradle your heart shaped face,
And trace every angle and line,
To admire the cuteness of your dimples.
Even across the distance,
Your lithe frame exudes power and grace,
And your long fingers exudes strength.
As it tells its tales of fortitude,
Your eyes lit up, twinkling with mischief,
It gleamed like diamonds in the night,
As you savoured the glory of the night’s beauty.
What is not privy to others,
Is your eyes glistened with tears,
As you observed the bane of humanity,
Your nostrils flared at the injustice,
That the unprotected go through,
And with your mouth set in hard lines,
You set out to save the day.
Ne’er the less with you my muse,
I will grace the screens with news,
As my finger tingles to hasten, to increase the views,
I will always remain yours truly.
©VICTORIA UKPAKA
