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Prologue: Behind the glass

Photograph of Uchechi U.

The best thing
Is fine as sin;
Behind the glass
Of a lady of class…

I wish to canvass
For her bee frass;
Behind the glass,
Where her sugar bypass…

Without guns,
I made plans;
But behind the glass
I got a brass;

From the bullets
Of daydreams
Behind the glass
Gazing at her glance…

Prologue: Heists

Back in time, during our school days
We were classmates and even seatmates
You were so bright like the beam of rays;
And your beauty engraved my brain…

Best of the bests, you could right a wrong
Our friendship was everday, ever so strong
Unlike an uncoated iron untrusted in salt
Mysteriously, we grew refusing to rust…

When our classes were in session,
I hardly could even pay attention
Your beautiful imagery I saw and focused
Reflecting upon the wall and class board…

With my pen and breaking pencils 
I drew roses and wrote you letters
So many kind words, at the end of it
I wrote in disguise; yours sincerely pest…

Each day you read from the ghosty pest
You told me how kind and sweet he was
Often he even sent you bouquet of roses
I smiled, while we both watered it to grow.

Every other day, I wrote a love poem
To you as pest; although I never meant
To be a perpetrator nor anonymous,
But, I wasn’t bold enough to tell you…

Trust me, it broke my heart you loved,
The other me; texting pest and telling me
I wondered why you never figured out,
The twist and turn of my swivel chair….

Tears burned through my hazy eyes
I never meant to be the daily heist
I often wish I could erase every ink
But I feared, lossing a seatmate and friend.

Prologue: Approaching

Photograph of Lola Oj by V. Collins

Approaching you
Was never a problem
But the sweet key words to say…

Accurate in any view;
Wish I ruled your realm
By despair, I admire you at the bay…

Attimes I saw us two;
Walking in my head, as same
But the realities were mine to pray…

Approaching you
Was never a problem
But the heavy no, that you might say…

Autumns brought you through,
Winter came; I passed a blame
By the moment you pass my way…

A drop of your dew
Water my woody phellem
Between God and man, you slay…

Approaching you
Was never a problem
But I was inexperience and dull as jay…

Attempts I made were few
With the way you bloom
Bet, in my dreams, you were my hay…

A great deal of holy jew
With soft lips of a kiss emblem
Blowing cool germfree air, so to say…

Approaching you
Was never a problem
But I wanted all faults to be a fay…

Awesome as new
Wave hot like ylem
Believe me, you are a cosmos clay…

Apparently moulded too
White eyes, you’re a golem
Bright and loveable all night and day…

Approaching you
Was never my problem
But how to properly handle your ray…

Prologue: School days

Back in school days
My best friends
And I;
Where the few people
Who knew
How much I admired you…

They would often
Make jokes of it
And I;
Knew it was no lie
That I
Had a soft spot for you…

But I was so scared
To man up and walk up
To you;
For you might say no
And worse,
Forever not look my way…

These were the assumptions
I made, back in school days…
To me;
You were the sun reservoir
To me,
You were a storeroom of stars..

I saw reflections in your eyes
I tried to resist forward push
From friends,
But; the magnet of adorations
In my heart,
Kept pushing me forward to you…

Hope he

Now that
There’s another
Replacing my spot;

Hope he
Smiles and plays
Well with you…

Hope he
Is the remote
And controller you need…

Hope he
Is time friendly,
Calls and text, and never late…

Hope he
Is that gentleman
That never turns you off…

Hope he
Does all the
Silly things I don’t…

Hope he
Serves you
Breakfast in bed…

Hope he
Doesn’t stare
At the tails of other birds..

Hope he
Walks down
The broadway with you…

Hope he
Holds your hands
Eachtime you are scared…

Hope he
Loves you
As much as you do…

Hope he
Smooches and
Tickles your ecstasies…

Hope he
Gives you
The feelings; you’ve come…

Hope he
Does satisfy you
Enough to bear a young…

Now that
The machines
Are replacing my spot.

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