I go home to her, that girl
That life force that has, and does sustain itself
By all means necessary
Creating a haven of mellow thoughts, sudden smiles constant dance.
Dreams of cotton candy & new toys.
The waves my life glides on are in sequence, a melody.
Slows and speediness at will, at reaction.
A perfect mixture of organised mess and selective memory,
My thoughts lay low, calm and slow.
I see her, that lady
That unmovable source of steadiness, street-wise, always aware.
Talking fast-encrypted trash, think fast, move slow.
Cold sweats called trauma, arise her, lullabies provided courtesy of karma.
The base in my heart, the notes of my toes.
Scribble this down first, add lip, and harmonize.
My heart will always remember, when my soul speaks, and my mind curls at the back of my neck.
I live with her, that woman.
Quick to stand tall, nose-diving in books, and if her pen be her weapon, her paper a shield, the eyes that read be the universe. A fountain of inspiration: never drying.
My mind searches & screams. Astounding curiosity. Massive hunger.
For pure and raw showers of the soul. Coz I know I must never wonder if I’m alone.
Fuelled & fed. Depth: my manger, my bed.
I stare at her, that sensual gaze so affirmative in what she wants, aware of her needs.
That symphony inspired touch, her body in unison as it chants.
Delicate wishes, lingering hugs, graced kisses.
He said my breathing became his heartbeat, the rise, and the fall.
A tainted friendship, never to be in complete mends. Backed-up, slowly, trying to exhale carefully on this here bend.
I play along with her, these games
The meek, sudden mirage of a search ended. A captivating challenge. The words to an exquisite beat. We go around in circles; lost in a maze we hold the map to.
I play along as a sweet smile of realization get her, she remembers how good it feels when her whole being tremors.
They would all stop. Disappear like a dream. Sudden strangers.
Listening on the phone as he treads light, he’s not alone when his voice changes.
Trust falls away, in the shadows of dust. I may not have known him, heard what I wanted to hear. I might have never seen him, screaming from a far, never near.
I play with her, these games of the mind. Silly, when she knows what she will find.
I nurse her, open wounds
Swim in her pool of hurts
She lays her head down, finally
Intoxicated when her mind grants permission.
She’ll wake up, hot, sweating, ears ringing as the beat goes on.
I speak with her, random words.
She listens. We probe at each other with questions
We never seem to get to answer.
I may not ever see, those from this word that have fled.
But she will always remember, the dreams they could have shared. Thoughts of forever. Not even the chance exists.
I sit here contemplating a hostile take over with time for its process to heal.
To take away those pains, troubles, enclosed understanding that u certainly feel.
Gambling quietly, dealing that emptiness and closure give you a break.
Gino Obuseng
