I'Ve Not Forgotten How You Taste

"Chidinma" Your name is celestial like Manna! I have not forgotten the way you taste Nor did the flavour left my savouring mouth. Honey is sweet, Sugar is sweet...yet don't taste the same! Don't ask me why My mind have refused to forget you Don't ask me why I still feel the same cosmic And butterfly effect each time your name is mentioned. "Chidinma" I pick your face up every morning, Beautiful as the morning sun. Your name is sweet. It drops as from honeycombs; It tranquilizes me and lures me to sleep, Each morning, it boots my whole body awake and drags me out of my bed Into a lengthy reminiscence of the beauty that is you. The constant image of your bright face Reveals how embarrassed the sun always is. Your feminine candour, resembles heaven as described in the book of Ezekiel. Nothing is as fearful as the thought of not knowing you. With you, there is no shame, Nothing is awkward. You turn my every word into melody; That is, love, love, love and love! Your smile meteors across heaven, brightened by the fire from your heart I love being part of you. You smell like home, Home is sweet, home is blue like love, Which sometimes is red like the pepper In your Okra and Vegetable soup garnished with smoked fish: I hunger for it every now and again.