ABOUT THE ONE WHO ONCE HELD MY HAND.....
Now that our story is heretofore done and dusted
May I wangle my way into finding the courage to tell it as it was ..../
Our audience might groove or not at our misfortunes
But for the purpose of goodwill let's not hold anything against them..../
This is an all too common saga so if any expects something unheard before
then the disappointment that is coming to them I do not envy......../
It begins with how I was once a tender amorous individual
Like a crazed besotted nincompoop I aspired to be with a forbidden
one........./
He was an aesthetic one to say the least
so my spooky fixation was not unfounded at any one point...../
The god of a Man collared my flimsy heart
And hid it in the cavernous confines of his....../
Like yarned libel our love account seemed unreal
Like a spiel our recital of endearment sounded scarcely
Improbable ........../
Our travels to the unknown was always beers and skittles
Our search for the unseen a kaleidoscope for a future we did not have..../
Maybe this is why it eluded us
The signs all laid bear In plain sight we remained blind to..../
The prepossessing bubble of infatuation...a misdirect
The promise of forevermore when our lips came together....a delusion...../
Our partiality to each other was an interdicted tale.......
Our inclination to one another an amnesic action....
Because we forgot where we came from two geezers can never
hold hands......../
TO THE ONE I LOST
Nowadays, My soul is nothing but
a sight of pule
Like my eyes were when
They saw you for the last time.
Me and you, a leman and her rib
Once floating through our blessed entity
Like the Himalayan winds unconscious
Of the trammels ahead....
All while caressing in our tiny crib in
The city under the sun....Nairobi.
My memories follow our peregrination
Our ill-fated sail
How we held on to each other
Like a promise, like a gist.
Our hands always together
In a fist of romance.
Our lips touching
Your smile of pleasure
Your eyes a picture
Of fulfillment, of joy.
I played blind
Love and the future
Are always held
In the same guise.
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