Informal Romance Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Do you still remember your laughter you kept in my heart when we were younger?
Remember those days we stayed under the tree in my compound in the night, we hid from mother's eyes.
I held your feelings and emotions and you moaned,
Then I groaned in pleasurable pleasure.
Do you remember the lines we drew on the clay?


That year I carried you behind the backyard of the house,
I made for your mouth and let mine gumed to yours.
I caressed your perfectly made innocence and penetrate right into your mind and soul and corrupt it.
Remember our song of love, 'ebezina'; we sang then.
That morning I held your thign to my palms, the reddish flavoured gold beat and beat again and again.



Look at what we've made in the eyes of tomorrow!
Your father was like a thorn on our flesh, parading
Like a bull dog and roaring like a lion in the jungle.
Remember we didn't give ears to his barking.
I felt your soft tilted breast and your tongue danced excitedly penetrating through my virgin mouth.



We clothed love and unmasked hatred before us.
Under the love garden we grew together in peace,
We watched the parotting birds sing our love,
The leaves shield us from the dark frozen night.
Then I said 'Juliet takes me to somewhere we will be alone, I will be waiting for your love beside the sea'



Just remember the first time I hugged you behind the
School window, we were not afraid of the teacher.
We were drunk in love even fear was afraid of us.
Those days I stood at the bush path to wait for you,
I was afraid of seeing the eyeball of your father.
The informal romance was hell on earth to leave,
Even when I left you, your face still face me.



There is only one you and me,
Through the imperfection of love we are made.
Drive gently back here we you belong; for
Without the words of love in you am gone.




(C) John Chizoba Vincent
All Right Reserved 2016
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