Poetry Corner with Kwesi BISSUE: She got me running 

On a stroll down the busy boulevard

I kept looking hard

so to find

Anything to fiddle

anything to nibble

Of all the possibles

In all the probables

From all the edibles

In the garden

She was selling apples

 

She was just behind an eyebrow

Just a stone’s throw

I kept buying apples

Of the sweetest kind

 

Of all the things left to do

Of all she could do

She was hunting a bloke

Of an ordinary make

An ordinary bloke!

 

Up on the road

Down by the lane

I kept running

Up and down

I kept blocking the joke of a bloke

 

From the rhapsody of a mimic

To a lullaby without lyrics

She was singing a ballad

Short of notes

Dull in notes

At random notes

 

Of long notes of love

Of love beats of the rhythm

I was listening to a ballad

I was hearing rhythms of love

Symptoms of love

 

Until I touched her

Until I held her

She was drifting away

She was sliding away

Each waking day

 

I kept drifting her way

I kept sliding into her day

I kept falling for her ways

I kept lying in wait

So I lay in wait for days

 

Of all the faces that shaped

Of all the shapes of faces

She was wearing her heart in her eyes

On a face that beauty made

Beauty that stilled the cries

In the beholder’s eyes

 

I kept looking into those eyes

I kept chasing the smiles

In those eyes

I kept seeing eyes

Sweet and infectious

I kept seeing eyes

Of the sweetest infection

Of the dearest affection

 

So I kept,

looking

inching

touching

groping

holding

clinging

So I clinched her

The real her

 

And it all began with apples.

(C) SKBissue February 2023

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