By Odimegwu Onwumere
I cannot remember when I wrote a love letter or received one,
in the sense of writing a love letter, but I do write
with my tongue and mouth often.
I was not taught of writing a love letter in school
but just like that, I developed writing my brand of love letter.
Some I write with fingers,
some I write with tongue,
some I write with phallus.
I never believed I can fall in love
by seeing a mere picture
till I saw hers’ on Social Media.
I’ve sent a text to her about her radiating smile,
wet lips, chubby face, romantic eyes, aesthetic black,
good neck, hairstyle, well-set dentition, plump cheeks.
These are glimmering sensations in me
and she blushed and thanked me so much.
I told her I will be writing her a love letter
and she said she cannot wait to read it.
I’m afraid which one she would enjoy more:
Love letter with my finger?
Love letter with my tongue?
Love letter with my phallus?
I know all are most therapeutic!
People are no longer patient with writing, let alone,
a long letter to a dearly one. Today, I wrote one, telling her
“I love you” is often how a relationship between
a man & a woman starts.
Looking at it, those words smooth our minds. Sometimes
we laugh at such words, in our closet, and radiate
with peace in our hearts.
The day we added each other as friends on Social Media,
I never knew that we would resign for a moment like this,
craving for each other.
I’m seeing our hearts open like it never did,
with intensive and deep feeling for each other.
I’m learning a lesson on this:
Denying affection can be the worst of crimes.
I’m not sure she is feeling the comfort I sense from here;
I’m not sure I matter to her, but she does to me.
She has given me assurance that there won’t be
any crack of this affair on her part. Her beauty crashes
into the world and blazes
and I am happy that I spotted it
and was not shy to tell her.
I’m thanking her for not had hidden herself
from me not to see her. I’m thanking her
for making me write this type of letter again,
because of her picture.
“Wow! You are such a wonderful being!
It is raining now and your words mesmerize my imagination,”
“How I wish we are close, perhaps,
we would have sing a song together now in the closet,
with the tone, “Let the spirit of love come down…
I do not know how to sing this song,
but I know you will not shy away to teach me,” I said.
“Haha haha,” she laughed. “Will love to sing along.”
I thanked her for the compliment, but I have
a better way to tell ladies who compliment me ‘thanks’:
They respond just by moaning, tearing and screaming.
“LoL. You must be good then…” she told me.
“I wish you are around to taste this ‘goodness’.
Sadly, you reside in faraway land,” I responded.
I’m comfortable with the discomfort her picture created in me;
a testament that my blood is very much active.
I know that I’m not safe unless we sing the love song together,
hoping she would smile and tell me how good I can sing the song.
© Odimegwu Onwumere; August 17 2019.