I miss the projectile of sexiness that emits
with your speech.
I miss the smile that seems
mixed with life in itself; just like your blood is, speaking of which;
I miss the shy blush in your astute composture,
it leaves me wondering how could she be so pure.
I miss the splendid rear view;
Where adipose seems to fight for rescue.
But the elasticity of skin
manages to keep it in.
I miss the organs beneath your brows that enable you see.
Bless them; as they contribute to your appreciation of the nothingness in me.
I miss the warmth of your skin & its smoothness;
I miss your slow motion like gentleness,
I miss that scarce prudence;
same ilk as an air bubble in a large body of water.
I miss your application of sweetness; an abstract knife that cuts through me like butter.
It is you that I miss.

Caecearian dissection
Reaped from the sow
Emerged & is unable to die
Everlasting love for Jasmine

Flawed emotions in time
Reputable craps of worthless reason
Ostentatively prodigal, these
Multiple details in our pound of flesh

Hate; no opposite of love
At tandem thus may exist
Temporary it is; fate quenched
Elevated again is love; for it'll never die

That moon only allowed the sunrise yesterday.
Orò had no female feature Ikorodu that day.
Then one crashed her vehicle into mine.
Brings me to remember...
My love. I miss her; to my marrow, to my spine.

The sun no longer sets for me.
Only thin air fills my belly.
Just the linger of fragrance from her shimmy
No smile, no frown. It is peace, but in pieces.

Not since the 13th has a star twinkled.
& now it seems only virtual that rain is sprinkled.
These white walls now strangle the white ceiling
& vast black tiles echo a need for Pacholi in scene.