Soul Mate
Soul mate
I hear her even voice
As comforting as rest of mind
Engaging like a busy day
A smooth fond of powder
A naked goddess attraction.
I see her spotless face
Dirt hating,
Enriched hair, neck, body and legs
Exaggerating beauty my body’s buddy
Just what the doctor ordered.
I feel her pillow touch
So soft
Succulent tasty juice
Like birds to air
Her lips, my perfect pair.
I always reach for her
On phone, life and even in dreams
Odds to the dreams
For in dreams
My arms clutched empty air.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
© 2010
