My hottest poem

 

My Hottest Poem

By Eudiah Kamonjo

 

My hottest poem

came to me on a cloudy Tuesday afternoon

at the brink of noon

 

Unaware, i had invited what i sought not

And amidst computerized walls

And surrounded by guys and chics with

Yellow ties, pink shirts and green minis

I was immersed in the silence of speaking words

With guts and veins i knew not existed

 

Consumed by the wings in his voice

Swirling in the intensity of his eyes

I began to melt and i spoke

‘You are hot! Hot! Hot!’

Wewe nimsawa, aaaaiaiaaiaah!

The ultimate aphrodisiac

For dangerous ventures that snap and nap

With a hellish kind of zap

Like a mouse trap thats as old

As the clustered stars in your head

 

Now i am stripped of my time

Yet fulfilled of my need

For a poem thats in touch with its opposite gender

See, my poem is a hot sexy man

yet a hot sexy mama

And he loves it, lives it and shows it to me

 

Reverberating at the back of my memory

Is the embrace of the night when he

Engaged me in metaphors of pain and pleasure

Stripped of ignorance and

Looking like a cat that had seen

The goddess of everything dark yet true

I lay in fragments of

Similies and verbs and monologues with myself

Speechless and dead to myself

For a moment of two

 

 

My hottest poem

Is now causing lyrics of seduction

To osmosize right through my perked mammary glands

To the depths of my being

My eyelids loose focus

Threatening to become IDP’s within myself

 

Now i lie here

Looking down at this poem

Then looking at myself…

Embalmed, fashionated, bathed

By his exposure escapades

Clad in this oversized t-shirt

And pillowcases with hot sweat and perfumes of

Instinct and Hope

I hope….