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Forgive Me

The Greek language distinguishes love in four differentways: storge (affection), philia (friendship), eros (romance), agape (unconditional love).

By Chinonso OnukwughaPublished 7 years ago 2 min read
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Father for I have sinned.

It has been nine days since my last confession.

I have been disturbed, by this blue eyed creature

He rubbed on me like an iodine stained coat.

We mesh well together. His friends my friends.

Soaked up in the gin light

There is something about him. Not much said.

Not much felt but there is something.

I looked into his eyes. Those tainted blue eyes

Wondering what I could be so fond of.

Surely not his charm. Absolutely not. Never.

And surely not his - well. Not now.

But there is something there.

As he shies his way next to me

Knowing that I detest every minute of this

Knowing that I cannot hold my own any longer

As our knees barely touch

Just barely - I felt the rush in my veins. Just friends.

I remind myself, nothing more.

I detest every minute of this

No emotion, no ally I could ever be to him.

We are merely two creatures coexisting.

Breathing one space if at all.

I can still taste his lips on my lips.

His lips soft on my silky freshly shaved fruitful lips.

His tongue touches the seeds of this fruit

Past the outer lips into the Nile River - he touches

He has not eaten in days, maybe weeks

So he enjoys his authentic meal.

Makes sure no meat is left un-thawed

I hold back all dope and watch him

I watch him squirt with each taste of these soft lips.

And I squirt watching him finish. Cleaning up the mess he made

I squirt watching him watch me

I let him finish me. This blue eyed creature

I let him have me - Have him

Not much felt but there is something

And as I turned over to let him see me in plain sight,

I saw him looking. I found what I was fond of.

This look of his. So sure that he has me.

And yes,

That gaze I was so fond of

I loved more than I can control.

My thoughts senseless. My mind corrupted.

Clouded in the shadow of this blue eyed creature.

Before I leave he takes one final look. This look of his.

So sure that he has me. I will be back.

I am more than this but I cannot be more than his.

We are nowhere near friends.

But I have found this rapture.

In his name, my God, have mercy.

surreal poetry
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Chinonso Onukwugha

Capture the mind. Possess the body. Illuminate the soul.

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