#ithinkaboutyou
Instead of stones and hands,
We're throwing out hearts and hiding our emotions
Guilty in how we communicate
A message here
A chance visit there
Time lapping us on the track of our busy lives
Lapses when we don't act on our arrested desires
Or is that still such a sin only Satan so-call sells?
Cuffed,
read rights that announce what it should feel as wrong
Without passages, psalms, proverbs, and palm wine,
Both sacrilegious and unlawful to speak against our wants,
As if there's a separation of holy institution and national regions
In truth,
Lawless, this thing called love is!
It breaks and shatters everything
Steals your thoughts
Vandalizes your ears with the whispering words
Written and etched on its drums.
And here we are
Imprisoned as it taunts us outside the bars.
It wants to be caught.
And I, with you.
Or is it that
It temps us to attempt to flee with it?
Where?
If we break free and escape,
Adoration is how far?
Ifeanyichuku N. Okoro II © 2023
Jan 23, 2023
Jan 23, 2023 at 4:31 AM UTC
What I truly miss
Began with innocent interrogation
Prodding at pasts
Emptying diction into enticing eyes and ears by the entrance
We were both educating each other
Almost until dawn
When dusk dusted our sheets
Separated, but connected
By telecommunications
As we lay and discuss lamentations and laughter
I never got tired
Of you
Of your secret science that seduced my senses
So, when autumnal apples approached ground
As common as students with Cambridge courses,
I found out that the law of falling
Doesn't sound as appealing
But I managed to gravitate towards you
Universally, there's a formula for that.
I feel things never stopped, but were always in motion.
Ifeanyichuku N. Okoro II © 2023
Jan 23, 2023
Jan 23, 2023 at 5:05 AM UTC