He Said To Me

He said to me: what if your legs could not carry you again; would you still cat walk?
What if you could not see again, would you  still see me? 
What if your hands become handicap and you no longer hold my lips together, would you still care?
What if you find your self hostage and love elude you; would I still be your man?
You know your body does not belong to you, let me feast more before the maker takes what belongs to him.






He said to me: what if all your hope is gone and am the source of your life; would I make you happy?
What if your heart fail you and I'm your soul;
Would I make the right woman out of you?
What if the only thing I could change about you is 
Your face; would you still look good after all?
What if your breast sagged and your lips curved?



He said to me: what if I was made to be your man forever; would you still look at me like a Dog?
What if I could not walk but a crippled man; would you still stay  beside me day and night without grudges?
What if I could not give my life; would you still care?
Can you claim me in the priceless battle of humanity?
Can I meet you without a man in presence of loneliness?
Allow me into your life before another take you! 




He said to me: what if I was the man who must not cry; would you still take me to the sun?
What if I was a loner and mastubate a lot; would you still cover my anus from the sand of the earth?
What if I was the moon that must not shine in the night; would I still be the man you trusted and love?
What if I could not make a living for you; would you still see me through your eyes?




(C) john chizoba vincent
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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February 5, 2016 at 1:59 PM
Congrat. A splendid sculpture of exotic scent, carved from rhythms of undecided life through the eyes of hope and love of life of the painter with 20 nuances of the same feeling. It reminds me of Michelangelo who fought with Leonardo Da Vinci in a hidden battle of Anghiari.
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