So, today a poem from a poet that has been here before.
Meka Wrights is an Abuja based writer and poet with magic fingers that demystifies love at all levels, he is an avid reader and a believer of God.
A mere touch with the lips, or press the lips against, they call it…
But what we shared last night was beyond pressing lips against a part of the body, it was a union of souls..
Like wax, I melted into your bosom as I presented myself bare, despoiled and vulnerable to the magic you performed…
Your lustrous luscious lips was the congregation, the juice we exchanged, the sermon. and the sensation afterwards—spoken words; words that muttered
“I love you”
Words that whispered
“I’m yours sincerely”
Words that uttered
“I’ll never leave you”
That kiss wasn’t a kiss, it was a tango between souls on fire..
© Meka Wrights