From Letters To Words

As the day dusked yesterday, The deflowered sun shone down with those eyes of a goldfish 'KATH’, got a light; 'EER’ lit a room; And ‘AH’ illumined the night No sound of a thing in your presence. No bullet whirr, no horn blares Not even the tick tock of the clock. And thoughts of how good it is To smell life and to sniff an ambush on a friend Newly met under an unsolicited climate, crowned it all. As bloated black eyes remained promptly nudging on her fancy face The blink of her eyes lasted on her glance like a mirror Reflecting how lucky Africa could be To breathe this crevice of word out in an ancient city For pleasure, treasure and tender… And how good it is to every ear… Those cheeks in the dark that dazzled joy and sorrow betwixt… Is these all a happenstance…? I felt the drip! Drip!! Drip!!! Of the succulent drizzling rain, whilst seated under the shade of the home of sanctity And the thought that someone has to helm the hound of your name for real, dawned on me. At night I dreamt without sleeping; sleepless thoughts of insomnia ravaged me, yet my intellect hatched; and became a slither of beauties of mangoes, pineapples and roses likened to you. Yet how good to prick the secret fruit to speak and felt her cajoling voice. In my muffled thoughts, I slew my intentions in cold blood and rolled the inconveniences of those moments in a raffia mat and hid them in a secret blanket. The cool weather speaks gale and blew its wind from the north. I shivered beneath my ribs, yet unnoticed to her. I stood and smiled in espionage and intrigue. Whilst enduring the stark misery of the chilled weather. It was over and out, yet her name blots my thoughts until cock crow…