There are some things I’ve been meaning
To tell you.
But every once in a while, i get sucked in-
Sucked in the growing mist of self-interested sessions.
Do you remember that night?
The night i called, asked how you doing?
Stated my desire to see you- and talk?
To tell the truth, or something near it- i wanted to:
To rip apart this chest and spread all, before thy blind sight-
Bloody, cuddly and chilling
were the thoughts that mapped my brain.
Pictures of you, ran a gallery in my inside anatomy-
Through the biting cold night, Keeping every part of I, raw and restless.
Now, that night, i told myself, just one more joint, and my eyes will whiten up, head straighten up and my crisped Guggi (never mind, misspelt Gucci made by Ngugi & Sons Tailors) shirt would appear more crisper. I know you are a neat girl. I like the primness and proper-ness about you. The simplicity in your gaze, the way your eye-liner, probably the most exaggerated make-up on you, slightly touches down on your eyelids and dances off a heavenly radiance. I like your brimless clear glasses, and clear white eyes that roll around with unpretentious intelligence. the small and humble dashy-board – potent with ticklish prickliness (the hugs, hm.).
That night, i crawled tales of hellish desires,
My paws preying on my warm wooden Eastlandoh pet
on which, i spot few blood droplets.
Tonight, for your sake-
I’ll take a hiatus- give those brainless humanoids a ceasing fire:
Only today, i’ll stop being Darwin’s helper-
And I’ll multiply with you, the Nat Geo way.