poem of love |
His decibels shoot holes through my eardrums I be long with him I don’t belong to him He wants my ears to clap to every word he says and act dumb Says I look beautiful in pink Is it that my clothes? Because my nudity doesn’t look beautiful to him My name is Rose Before now I was a virgin like Mary Even though fooled by the words he told I’d still like to be called Rosemary I am like a rose flower 69 times he has tasted by nectar I am stupid or maybe I am in love Or maybe I am stupid and I am in love But what is love? He told me he loves me till Santa shaves his beard That his love never came with a best before date He loves me unconditionally he said But his love is a bitter pill for my tongue to taste Only two words mum said Head first, heart next, safe sex He said, hug first, love? Yes! Then sex I’m a splenetic fool Didn’t need biblical truth to know he’ll get me screwed But sometimes I love him What is love? Love is a mixed bag of emotions A step from familiar “strangership” to friendship to the bed sheet Or love is “think twice and act once but not dumb” Love is a springboard for your total being Not a sling shot to self destruct your hearts’ feelings Love is the evacuation of fears The presence of joyful thoughts and ideas A sponge for your tears Darkness that conceals your fears Love is a useful poison Has killed me once yet I still live it Love is hundred percent soul food bon a petit. |