Embers Of Reverie
(For Precious Joy Obiekwe)
Presh,
I wove today with your smiles,
How shall I etch your essence into the fabric of time
so Shakespeare could have a glimpse?
You, who the sun casts its luxury charm around your precious skin,
how do I weave your
presence into the fabric of my days?
Should I conjure Mephistopheles like Dr. Faustus did?
Perhaps you didn’t know the stars told the moon about how
your glowing skin stole my admiration and she became jealous.
With every smile, you inebriate the visceral thumps of my soul,
while your grace unfurls like petals kissed by dawn’s dewy lips,
your heartbeat a symphony woven through the air that circles all,
No wonder,
Your voice is a lullaby that peels the harsh edges of reality like a banana,
Should I describe your eyes?
They are nothing but a pair of heavenly galaxies that stun me when I stare into them.
Now, within this tapestry of heartbeats and shared laughter,
I yearn for the touch of your closeness, the press of your lips against mine,
The warmth of your arms
a convergence of dreams and aspirations where every second is as priceless as a stolen kiss
and every heartbeat whispers the poetry of longing.
Your glorious glowing skin sparkles like moonbeams cast upon still waters,
and your laughter, the sweet breeze that whispers secrets only I can understand.
In the garden of your heart, I plant my grains of admiration hoping to reap
ears of peace, cuddles and affection… what more is greater?
Oh, Precious,
The quiver of your smile holds verses unwritten,
melodies that echo in the marrows of existence,
pregnant with moments yet unmade that I’d love to make with you
Let the universe bear witness: the woman who melts the dawn with her smile,
and ignites the depths of my longing, walks beside me,
an ember of love ignited, waiting for the power couple moment
who says we need the sun at the crack of dawn
when your smile illuminates the milky way?
who says I need to visit an art studio
when Leonardo Da Vinci didn’t see you before painting the Monalisa?
Who says I need to search for gold
when I’ve found a priceless Cullinan in you?
That black beauty whose words reek of peace, whose very breath is the essence of joy…
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