Slave To Your Bosom Poem

I do not want to leave your bosom

As I am afraid of getting lost in this dark world

The pillar that holds me together when I am broken

Every time I leave your chest

It is as though my life is slowly ebbing out of me

Like smoke from a chimney

I lie awake to watch you sleep so that I cannot miss your heart beat

The scent of your masculinity keeps the feelings I have for you intact

You smell so divine

That my nostrils celebrate your presence

Like a flaming tree in a desert, your bosom pulls me in

Catering to my every need

Love has never been easy to understand

Your bosom made it easy to translate and interpret every feeling

Raindrops bounce majestically off your chest

As they slither across the contoured muscles that are yours

Every curve speaks of its own story told ever so carefully

To keep it from being a classic

As I put my ear next to your heart I hear music that soothes away

Pain

Disastrous moments

Exhaustive emotions

Teary eyes

You have perfected me in the way that you hold me on your bosom

Stormy nights are weathered when your arms are around me

Desert days are cooled off when your arms are around me

I am never leaving your bosom as I am a slave to it

Jungle Acapella Poem

I want a memory that lives beneath the skin

Explodes on the lips that are in love

Listening to the sound of the night

Waiting for your love to be alive

I want to hold you close under the rain

And kiss your smile, and to never let go of you

For forgiveness sake

Sing a song for me at the waterfall

I don’t deserve any tears that come from your eyes

Yet I wait amidst this jungle for my groom

Because the pieces of my heart that remain

Are too fragile to be broken again

One day I know my heart will cease from crying

Like native tribes inside deep seated moss filled thick jungles

Beating their drums

Dancing their local songs, chanting in their masks

Ripping the silent air with their ululations and cries

My heart has not yet settled quietly

Acapella music is what made me understand your sense of loving

Sleepless nights caused me to have continuous thoughts of loneliness

I did not see the good in the beauty of a sunrise

Or the magnificence of a sunset

I avoided distractions as I tried to decongest my spirit man that was restless

I needed a prayer for the breakthrough night

When I had to provoke happiness that eluded me

I could still hear the plants breath

The dew granting me access into its immortal beauty

Like time in a split second stand still

The wind brushing past my cold cheeks

Causing my eyes to blink more than once

I feel the jungle Acapella making the hairs on my skin to stand

Alone Again On Valentine’s Day Poem

Your non-condescending love was

Intoxicating like freshly brewed tea

Or the aroma of fresh roasted ground coffee

I have become a shell of what I used to be

Reduced to ashes by tumulus emotions

A turbulence that has reaped through my soul

To put all my feelings into the captivity

Of a deep dark and bottomless hole

Everything I want everybody else has

My dreams turned into naught, tear by tear drop

I lay on the floor like a woman in labor

Tormented by the aspirations I had

Everything I believed in, everyone I hoped in, all gone

I am alone; life is not there for me to turn to

My heart beats too fast for me to catch up

I feel so hollow, full of nothingness

What does my pain say to this world?

Heart wrenching emotions grip my chest so hard

I cannot focus as things have all faded away

I want to lash out at the dark try to catch the noise

With my bare hands every second I can’t breath

I die alone drowning in my disappointments

Let downs, chaos, loses caused by a bereaved heart

Merry no more as I am a failure at love

My heart ceased from beating, even love won’t come to me

A day for love has turned gloomy and heartless

Feelings have been frozen in a cold tear drop

The skin icy cold from blowing winter winds

I am thinking and thinning out into a non-existent realm

As once again I am alone on Valentine’s Day

It’s 2am Still Sleepless In Nairobi Poem

 

There he stood

I had always heard of desperadoes

Seen them in movies now here he was a real desperado

But without the criminal intonation

He seemed to have been sculpted out of the rarest of ochre clay

Patiently molded into this perfect man

No one is perfect, I know but he was as close to perfect as perfect is

He seemed to smile so effortlessly, it was like a mirage of some sort

I knew I was dreaming yet I was not

It felt like sitting on a cliff or at the highest point of Uhuru Park

Watching as night transforms into morning

The split second where darkness splits into two giving way

To the burnt orange spectrum of light opening up a new mist of freshness

How was I supposed to leave him looking like that?

I love the veins on a man’s arms

Showing he is a protector and he can fight for his woman

His seemed to be endless as they crawled underneath his T-Shirt

I knew each vein had a story to tell

A story that could be written into a thousand autobiographies

Like rivers that start from a source

Knowing there is no place that far where they cannot reach

My eyes were not blinking

My mind frozen in attention

For the rest of my days I knew my heart could not wait anymore

I even wrote a poem in that moment as my eyes stayed glued on him

In my boudoir at night I sat up on my bed still thinking of him

Then I took my guitar and started to play

1 am, 2 am…Sleep has betrayed me and left my expectant eyes

I Won’t Forget Poem

Sitting in the middle of nowhere

Thinking that

Nothing else matters in life

My life boat is my feelings for you

Feelings so great I shudder

Not being able to hold them alone

Your sweet smile

The wonderful kisses you alone can give

In a desert and in a storm

Thoughts of you give me strength

The will to face everything

I am only sure about our love

A love that tickles my heart

We live for each other