Her Arrival, Herself

She arrived. Meet her, Boiled egg, naked smoothness white Like marble, reliable and strong. O svelte composure of demureness, Burst and strut through In the last quarter of the year To us. Border line, rain and sun In battle, drench an already saturated earth With querulous mingle. And I am not earth bitterly To harvest warm dimpled kisses. Should I dare, Descriptory massage, Almond rounding of your eyes Received and stored in a lid Lubricated with tears, and contained. Those eyes Belong to stellar-clad skies Scudding pedagogically for the Magi, Myself, they move, and I learn A lovely pencil of nose, yours, Yet domicled above lips Unselfish to reveal snow-white melons An opening of fresh rose bud, With the fragrance raw. The gait is contagious Not to me. But I wish I could see disrobed her figure eight That would never be mine. The soft breakables of the valley Would be adored to wetness and excitement, Fantastic, incited not by me Who cannot enter that palace Preserved in the garden Of her thighs. for Chiugo, my elder brother's wife. (c) Onyebuchi, 2011.