Written by Oluoch Madiang’
Coveting you. And wanting you, I out to dazzle you…project. War!
Henceforth, my charm is ranged all against you:
Blazing winks and attention. Winks.
A beer here and a lollipop there. A cake and a chocolate hence and thence;
A word on your dress and a flatter for your looks…words.
Sweet nothings fired by me…clung on by you! Blushes…
Lust at first sight by me and yet you: hook, line and sinker
Swallowed! Head mushy, and over heels…gotcha…where I want you.
Now I have you. Knowing you’ll always be there: have to be there.
A flick of the finger and your heels do the thinking…fast!
Never needing you. Wanting you: at my time. Times. Anytime.
Lips kissed…moans! Nape smooched…tremors!
A boob massaged…shivers! A nipple twirled…desires!
A back caressed…mysteries! Other places worked…ecstasy!
Satisfaction…Instant coffee, instant sex!
As wines flow, so does your thighs become Moses’ Red Sea.
And like slaves let free from Misri, I
Saunter through. Trample through you. Forth and back…back and forth,
But never meaning for Canaan! Not Me.
For now I know. I have felt. Explored. And having known, having explored:
A put-down beer and a childish lollipop.
Cakes with concealed venom and chocolates proffered with the left hand.
Lies. Busy. Mteja. Routine coitus. Snores.
Back straightened; senses gathered; mind made up; head held high…
You quit feeding on put-downs and walk away…break out of my prison.
I lose you.
I lose you. Then know you…how I wish I’d known you – and bagged you.
You laugh at last, and at last I grovel:
Croak…one more chance. Please. Peace.
For truly (as God is my witness) now I see.
Finally. Late. In the end, love at last sight.
- PEN International Kenya Chapter:Thomas Sankara Commemorative Reading Event (literarychronicles.wordpress.com)