Too beautiful to behold
This hairful chest
Its beauty like lightening in a cloudless sky
Outshine all his human surrounding
My eyes feast against my head’s warning
My mouth opens like happy thirsty leaves in the virgin rain
His eyes sparkle and speak in volumes
As his hand, like the hand of love beckons for me to be near
I run apace and stops the race
To let it out, the tears of joy
He closes the gap like a fitting head
And holds my hand, and breath in me the breathe of sweetness
I writhe in satisfaction, my famine quenched
I hear a voice which yells as anxious hands tap
What could it be, that you truly want
To cut a dream so sweet and real?
Eyes peer their heads to see the irritant
As ears try hard to find the fault
What have I done?
Is it living the life I can’t live here in the land of dreams?
What is a lonely girl to do
If she can’t dream?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.