A Fondly -Foul Letter Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

Shay,
Your reverie has ruptured my heart again,
I can pick your scent without strain,
I blame the ambiance of my room,
Impression of a girl playing drum,
Cupid wet heart with an arrow,
Now understand love has its law,
But no one lives without breaking a vow.

I blame voices for depriving me chance
Pompous prospect to be with you once,
The immense aura of freelance romance:
Passion and antics of holding and laughing,
The obsession of touching and teasing,
In the art of wanting and longing…
While horizon's frigid nascent moon rises
To break a crisp night with torrid caresses

…and let gush of old wounds drip
…and hope time heal eyes that weep,
Forget that time goes berserk for loveless…

I don't deserve hanging on this sadness,
I can't be an ink stain in your music notes,
An ineligible mark of an old time nemesis!

Shay, hope you will reply in colossal,
An irony avowal fused with foul!