-------------->WHAT HE MEANS TO ME<---------------
For the love of GOD,
they are like the two sides of a tattooed coin.
Each displaying camouflages
at the twisted turn of the other.
Their love means much more than the butter that glues
every edge of my heart's bread.
Am a loner, shielded
maybe unprotected
but with the emergence of my thinking thoughts of them,
my angels stand at attention
and at ease to the aroma of the visuals their acts play in my mind.
They are like my guardian enemies
pursuing me with ammunition
towards the appropriate posture of my dreams.
Based on the logistics of my prayers,
they are GOD-SENT
and so the butterflies of my spirituals
are kinetically attentive
to the lyrics of their advice.
They apart from GOD,
ARE PART OF MY LIFE
so i don't mind if they form a right-angled Bermuda triangle
in the nucleus of my heart.
For me, they mean more impact
than the incantations of the desires i recite
while my fingers tap their digits to send a call across.
this 'they' are just but one pronoun, ‘HE'.
Therefore, contrary to public opinion,
what he means to me is as expensive as the pills i buy to abort my worries,
what he means to me is as important as what the sperm and egg's courtship can birth,
what he means to me is as salient as the smile that spoils my facials every time he cracks a joke,
what he means to me is as detoxifying as a liver making my worries a little lighter than his name, MR PHENOMENAL
but most importantly without care of how he flinches to this fact,
what he means to me is what i mean to him not minding the absence of strings attached,
that's the sleeping truth.
unfortunately,
I have been subject to my imaginations
for that is the only abode where WHAT HE MEANS TO ME resides.
---------------->WHO SHE IS TO ME<---------------------
Heart full of silence void of joy
Like a moment of losing my home
A home where my heart is nurtured
Never again desiring this feeling
Waking up to this smile is love.
She is a red sports car in the summer running ninety (90).
She is a goddess to me not perfect but she’s pretty close.
She is all the words I do not say,
Because the words do not come fast enough.
She is quick to give an attitude - need it the most.
Her smile is always in my dreams
Dreams that always are smiling
Smiling with so much energy
Please don’t leave without me again
It makes my dreams lost.
She is the most expensive, most precious, priceless work of art.
She is the “Treasure” that brings out the “Captain Jack Sparrow” in my Caribbean.
She is my “Margot (Jess) Robbie” making me FOCUS like “Will (Nicky) Smith”.
She is my muse making me want to write more about my respect for this four (4) letters – LOVE.
All of this executes as a nested loop in my assembly language because of WHO SHE IS TO ME.
#PS: This poem was written in collaboration with Miracle Emmanuel Kalu for the most precious persons in our lives.