Precious

The eargasms 

I prayed wouldn't end,

as your heels kissed the floor - 

a quick glance 

and my eyes,

greeted by your svelte self.

I feign no interest

the space between us closes

"could you please hold the elevator?"
The unsure authority, 

that made the line

think itself a question -

nothing was more inviting

except the youthful grace of your face

as the brown of your eyes,

met mine.

"Thank you,"

then fractions of a moment pass

trapped in the haunting silence,

there's not enough room for both of us,

Like shrapnel wounds

my mind opened up 

and out it's jagged edges 

I see myself leave.
"You're welcome"
I felt myself return.

And just like a dream

I closed my eyes and woke
and three years already drove by,

there's something too familiar

It's the way you still walk 

the soft Yoruba inflections when you talk

your smile and,

beautiful heart that comes with it.
I'll never have enough words 

to describe simply,

the beauty of what we have -

Precious.

Fimisola-Samuel

16.Feb.2015

  

 

 

 

 

Chocolate Brown

The bliss of sweet miasma
rolling frames -
lost in phantasmagoria.
Images of parted lips
looking into my eyes,
they give way -
to freshly squeezed drops of panacea.
They strut across my cheeks,
jaw, neck and chest,
their gelid nature
flirting with my skin,
I think I might pour.
It provides him nurture
so I stay put,
and as the last drop
rolls off,
he feels the contraction
of tufted skin folds
her diamonds drew nearer
so I pine for more
he peaks through heavens door
she creates small lunar craters.
His desire,
unabated,
by the warmth of the cherubs
he won't stop running
even as he's bound
by the sweet echoes
in the vibrations of their choruses,
he won't stop,
until she's opened the flood gates of his haven.
My hands run down her tousled crown
lucidly black, curly and full
a slight contrast
to the chocolate brown
of her satin smooth sleeve,
a beautiful morning awaits.

2-9-2015
Fimishola Samuel