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| Your eyes keep me hostage. |
Yesterday was full of rain
And wind,
From the face of the broken lady-
Fair as ugomma,
Broken by my bent hands.
And that is my sorrow, my guilt,
As I come, once again
To worship at your shrine.
You remember her?
You saw her holding me
On that stormy day
When I was felled
By your untamed eyes.
My voice was felled, too,
Crying in broken melody
For your enchanting touch.
And when you stretched your arm,
You broke mine, bent it
Northward, to the ways of the wicked.
I was enchanted,
Caged forever,
Tied to your ravenous loin.
Then, was the time she held me-
The now broken lady,
Amidst ridicule from your moans,
Ridding on the waves of the handsome.
Yet, she held me up to my feet,
To the top of the knoll
Where DeAngelo was born.
Where the white robe of the old priest
Was soiled.
And goodness left me,
Bending my hand further,
Away from good.
The storm ceased then, the wind
Growing calmer
The soft dew, cleansing me
From debris of weakness.
And since then,
Clothed in the purple robe
Of the handsome,
I've been on rampage
Pulling away from her touch
Daily,
Her tears that fell on
Deaf ears.
And that's why I'm crying,
Crouching at your alter
Pouring my blood
On your stone heart,
That has only mockery
For her.
You remember her, crying
As I chased after your shadow,
Leaving behind
Bits of broken hearts.
Years have gone by now
And there she is....
You saw her yesterday?
Lying on piles of dreams
About this handsome
Whose heart is lost in adventures
Searching for you
In every wet thigh,
In every swollen breast.
Here I am
Kneeling at your alter
Still pleading
For your love.
Or
That you remove the spell
You cast on me
That keeps me from seeing
Her face.
Written by Nnaemeka Ugwu.
Enugu. 25th February, 2014
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