ONTO THE NEXT

So I craved a properly shaved
Well chiselled face
To be in my face and check my pace
His fine red lips in loving sips
His hairful hair
In a fine trimmed dare
I thought I had seen the perfect one
Until he got under one bright lit sun
Oh where is the half of this fine man?
I guess in the box of God the fox
So like Ananse in an unsafe flight
I jumped and fled
Onto the next

II
I saw the perfect black skin in a just luck sin
Whose breasts did speak
In muscled peak
His fine fine fingers in finished fins
Oh how would it taste in between those arms?
So like a hare in an air carried hair
I rushed to try to win the heart
His hi got a punch so strong it hurt
A halitosis knock out hurting my nose
Why? Are you Azumah in his knocking prime?
Onto the next, wai unto the next

III
Oh perfect moons do dig out swoons
A fair in wear
And tall I swear!
Oh toffee like lips give perfect tips
The hairy chest is my pillowing quest
A magnetic pull and a loving stool
A tasty kiss and a perfect bliss
The bed did laugh at my horrified look
A chalk in the place of yummy pestle!
Mtcheeeew! Even famished monkeys
Will run like donkeys
When they see this needle on the queer big sack
Where did you drown the rest?
Onto the next, ah unto the next!

IV
Personality and fame and me as a dame
That perfect voice
That sought for choice
I watered my pot just thinking of the spot
A closer look and a sorry book
Fingers of tens and thousands of fans
Serious Traps Dicey surfaced
What if there are worms to rape my health?
What if I am made to take the shelve?
Unto the next, chai unto the next!

V
Unto the next hopped onto the chest
Falling and wrinkling is not the best
Opened arms with closed eyelids wait
Calling for any in decades of four
Bald or bad, poor or sore
Short or sad, sick or maimed
My onto the next now plays me like a ball
On a field I built with my youth’s hard time
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 1, 2018