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Tone: Sauces and pots

In cooking pots,
Her spices and salts
Makes the best sauce.

These cooking pots
Are love enduring
All steams and ashes…

The spices and salts
Are little things
And more she does….

Her sweet sauce is
Enamoring-
-Love, seen in us.

Gladdens my heart
Her kind of love
Could rise dry bones.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Attached

Your presence kills me slow
My heart drums loud and fast
It pulls me, clouds I go
At sunrise and sunset.

Your absence makes me sick
My brain crash, where are you?
It fess up a high risk
At all cost, I need you.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Logo and Vow

I know you are scared of it broken
But I promise, to be awoken
Into you, fixing all your desires.

Babe, there will be no holes in Swiss cheese
I can’t fetch water with basket
Baskets of my love will never leak.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Caught in air

Love is trust
Put your both
Feet in it
Break the ices
Close your eyes
And just jump.

Love is trust
Not cold foot
Just have faith…
It brings light
Live in no
Shadow’s dark.

Love is trust
Put all eggs
In one keg
While we jump
Falling from
Highest peak.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Love has same interpretation

Man :

Me, saw love looking beautiful,
Sense of smell then meliorated,
Soft then hard, excited humdrum
Me, tasted love it was magical
Interpreting, love in her thoughts

Woman:

Love saw me beautiful looking,
Smell of sense meliorated then…
Harden soft, humdrum excited
Love tasted me, magical it was
Interpreting thoughts in her love.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Love in Oklahoma – by Laura and Vinx

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.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu and Laura Westfall

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Spinster Juice

I envision every lady
Ripe for marriage as a juice;
And as it stands, just as juice
You are; “a sweetness of ritzy”.

I know you are white as snow;
An immaculate untouched forest,
But, endeavor to listen and respect
The romance your toasters show.

Not saying, your legs should spread wide
On a clock, of the nine and three
For men to pluck fruits from a tree
But, just be flexible to rules and bend…

Listen to the sweet sound of love
Feel the breeze in your window
Get your heart a loving pillow
And the spitfire, let it dissolve…

Not all wedges are stumbling blocks
Let love lead you to the glitters
Or you be praying on the altars
For love to come out off the lock.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Hidden in clothes

Wrapped up in clothes
Hiding all but I know
How steaming hot you are.

Each time I see a flame
I always visualize you;
Volcano heat you emit…

Even as you hide in clothes
Your charisma make it show
There ain’t no one hotter

Dear, you are the picture
Definition of fire
All that I ever desired.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Vinification

Down the aisle we take
Million stride we bake
Flours into sweet cake
Dressed in whites like chalk.

The grey suit of mine
Is endless love mime
Staying forever
In love together.

Like the purple grapes
Undergoing fates
Turning to sheer wine
Spurred by love divine…

Let us make wine love
Thanking God above
For pairing us both
Like the nuts and bolts.

https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sleeping oil

Love was all; they hung as pictures
On the wall, in the hall
Where they were lovebirds, having fun.

Banns were made, no one opposed, but
Making plans, chasing vows
And rings, they forgot how to love.

From colors to ideas; they fought
Over all, I love you
Turned into words no one said.

Love became a solid oil, at
The bottom of their cans
Begging for shakes, but no one cared.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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