"louvres" poems
Your smile.
.
endlessly,
my heart searched
for a vibe on another
heart with which to
resonate and found none.
finding none, it wandered endlessly like
Infra-red rays seeking a
suitable tempo upon which
to strike an interference.
i wandered in search of a fertile
land in a heart upon
which to grow seeds of
love, my head burrowed
deep in a shell of
restlessness...
.
but on that fateful day,
too-good-to-be-true was
your smile--- it caused
my eyes to twitch,
borrowed a beat from my heart, transforming my
thoughts to an ode-- a
prelude to better days
.
i still see that smile,
lucid--- your lips opening
like windows of love,
revealing shiny white
louvres of beauty (teeth)
which opened to your
tongue-- a valley flowing
with sweetness as it
goes down your palate
like a parting curtain
welcoming love... then
you said "hi".
.
this friendship began with a smile,
it deepened with the " hi"
.
i have tapped from the
happiness let out from
the windows of your heart--
your smile..
my heart no longer wanders, in your smile,
it found rest
.
my greatest wish is
to make this smile mine
someday,
plant a kiss on your lips,
the happiness that
dwells in there becoming
a remedy to my malady.
.
.
Chukwudera Michael
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
The streets are empty
The crowds have taken shelter
A soft chill lands on your skin
Quiet sounds fill the air
Paris in all its majesty
Has fallen asleep
After taking in the Tour Eiffel
The Notre Dame
The seine
The food
The lines
The louvres
I settle into my bed
Unsettled
Paris is sleeping
Yet you are awake
In my mind
On my skin
At the tip of my tongue
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 7:06 AM UTC
the last time i saw you
in the rear view,
through the louvres
it was clear you,
and i were through as lovers
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC
I want to love her
She won't let me.
I want to leave her
She won't let me.
She was to me an archangel
The 'she' version of Gabriel
She never know what she want
She never knew what she worth
She was priceless and easy to me,
Like the air
Dreadlocks to an imam,she is useless,
Like the hair
We were meant to be lovers
We just didn't fit like a broken louvres.
****
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 8:04 AM UTC