100th Date
April winds blow smoothly on the spaces of my window,
Shaking the boughs of my mother’s umbrella trees
Planted there for as long as I can remember
I can smell your fragrance yet again
Right before a ballad is heard in the heaven’s serenade
I wrote a vallantelle for you this holy March,
To sponge your wounds and clear your mind,
My heart has fallen pale once more,
For I’m clumsy when I breathe the same air as you
That means today,tomorrow and probably the day after that....
It’s like i get a steaming head.
I call this popcorn love
And I find myself eating every bit of corn in your field
It will be your birthday by the time my eyelids are done kissing,
I promise to gift you the world,
Like it belonged to me.....
The detail of your smile looks like Gods wallpaper
He looks at it and finds inspiration
The salvation in your touch has made me receive holy communion this Sunday
I visit Rome in the stars of your bossom
Thy align and build a stair case to the beddings of our first date
The very first time you stepped onto my lips
I swear I could test the next seventy years of my life when they touched,
And this amour feels like a poem I wrote some time ago
Or perhaps the feeling I will get on 100th date
Copyright © Roger Nkhoma | Year Posted 2021
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