Making my way to my favorite place
Back then I had no clue that it was yet;
To be made a shrine of his tender face
Seeking attention, I can’t forget
The magnanimity of purple roses
Inhaling sweetness, adrenaline rush
Eyes gazing but there were not many choices
Than hush and suck the uncontrollable gush.
It makes me feel amazing to go back
To our days and times alive, but young
Replaying all we had done, late that night
Inside the redness; crowds we were among….
…Drinking, and exchanging sweet body fluids.
A compelling dive into ecstasy
Scintillating my soul, by his crude
Natural high, I cared less, if eyes could see.
Wish you knew I miss my steps
Each time I see you looking at me
Of course, you’re my choice
I couldn’t think otherwise.
Shyness takes me off my realm
Your love, an anticipation I craved for
But it seats within closed cloud doors
Dwelling as angels in my dreams.
Down the alley I see you looking at me
I see silent words buried in hills
I know not an atom of your wild thoughts
Possessed by love and obsessed for you.
Your body chemistry, I wish to see
But I freeze and fall from trees
I don’t worry of cracking turtle shell
Crushing over you is a strange cold hell.
Praying to surrender my all
On the bed, floor, wall to wall
Getting laid to make history
Solving all emotional mysteries
Dropping paramour recipes
For the offsprings I dream of,
Wiggling my tail, please don’t you stop
Eager to hear your coarse silent whispers,
Rocking me slowly while I moan
Your sweet name, I want more
For all I wish is all of you in me
Cool as cucumber, sting me like bee…
But your warmth remains a fantasy
An unspoken word, a mere ecstasy
Furnishing my heart each and every day
Making me whole when I say your name.
By Neemat Idera ( Neematdiary ) and Vincent Onyeche
Breaks my heart to remember
I once thought that forever
We could last as good poetry
But unlike the broken pieces
You are lost in unused ink.
I know you are so convinced
I never did existed
But don’t you remember;
When it was love it was love
Not the hate-red you paint it.
© 2018 Http://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Below is the original tanka by Laura, I (Vinz) modified and added mine (Above)…
“It breaks my heart to remember
I once thought
We would last as long as poetry
I watch the sun set
I’m convinced you went with it”
Disclaimer: it was just a collaboration of poetry for fun and publication not a display of affection or heartbreak please