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Lucia U. C. Igwe Poem
They say what 'happens, happens for a reason',
perhaps to learn and unlearn
whatever it is we feel we need to;
prove;
accomplish;
experiment;
fathom...
I cannot change what happened
no matter how hard I try.
but I can change what happens next
If only I could try.
I know it's darkest before dawn
I'm just hoping dawn quickly comes,
before I lose myself in this alleged norm.
I have known the feeling of being scared
and at the same time being in love with it,
having to tread on the very path I dread
and yet love the frantic feeling it brings with it.
perhaps, what consoles me is the sweet nothings
I hear and recur when locked away in the galaxy of mind's fantasies that negates morality and adulterates the savour and succor it brings and breeds.
How do I live with myself
knowing I could have tilted towards the path
that would have made things right?
maybe I was too perturbed that the Other
felt like a lover's grip in a broken state;
too sweet to spit
too comforting to resist,
as I walked right through it
into a disturbing Silence.
I thought second chances were easy,
I guess it is when one is on the receiving end
yet still, I do not wish to cuddle with Regrets should I let the past remain past...
and if it eats me away,
how then have I lived?
what happens, happens for a reason,
though the reasons are sometimes never known,
still, I pray this dawn comes
lest I submerge into forever-moans
for I do not know which is harder;
loosing someone in death or friendship...
my glad you walked away
for I would never have let go...
Copyright © Lucia U. C. Igwe | Year Posted 2021
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Lucia U. C. Igwe Poem
Dear John the Beloved,
spread me; your gospel
and be baptized in my Jordan...
let your tongue speak diverse kisses to my lips
as you read and flip through the heavy breasted pages of Psalms
simmering slowly down the breadth of my nude hips
with tickling fingerings, way down to Jordan,
where I'd baptize you - my convert;
in streams of cums and echoes of holy moans
as you pray open my liquid pool that drowns you
with the thrusting of the sceptre
between your Pillar which is the master key.
and me?
I lie, beneath your Depth; a quivering flesh
suspended from reed fragile bone
to be revived by the Prophet.
Copyright © Lucia U. C. Igwe | Year Posted 2021
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