Unwritten Letters
These are untold stories of my heart
Unheard song of your ear
Unknown facts of their mind
Unspoken words of my heart
Unexpected truth of your heart
Friday Night May 21
Dear Sweetheart,
Before I write a thing
I’d love you to know that I have you
Before I’d begin to say a thing
I want you to feel that spinal massage;
A feel that you are in me
You live in all possible worlds of my body
Since I sniffed you in
I transformed you into glucose
For you are extra-special and vast
You even became fats and oils
You travel through my blood
Entering into my intestinal wall
You build me and insulate me
You have the charm to keep me free of external organisms
But before I place my pen on this paper
Darling all I would manage to say is “thank you”
But how could I write all this to you?
Friday Night August 15
Dear Sweetheart,
Tonight I’ll communicate to you
But before I start, my sweetie
There, yes there in the shelter of your eyes
I have found a word to play my song with
Seemingly patience
No, no, no, no commitment rings right
When you twist your neck and I’m running free
My eyebrows move with every inch in harmony
There goes a word, as I follow where you lead “faith”
A blind man’s driver, a sailor’s guider
Boxed in your cheeks, I heard the amplified song
Faith seeks happiness, the faithful are the happiest
Faith seeks the ends of man’s means
Faith reaches for the desires of the soul
Faith builds a hard surface on the sea
Yes, you did with your motherly heart
Sung, you and I will live as one
My happy tomorrow would glow
My shoot on target could emerge
Only if I were so good with words
I’d have written everything down
Friday Night September 24
Dear Sweetheart,
I am still thinking of what to write
For words alone what do they say?
About this feeling that is rooted deep in me
Every dog hides in the name
The humble the name
The fearsome the dog
There are you on my status as trouble cometh
You bring your military
As I hide at the back
You stand firm on front line
Fighting my Goliath
The enemy that made the emperor to
Dive in his, own urine
You fought to kill, you destroyed; everything
About him, his clan his territory
Rest in peace loneliness
Let me now begin to write
Friday Night November 23
Dear Sweetheart,
I am just waiting for the noise to calm down
Then I can begin to write to you
Music hear I sing about how I feel about thee
Songs they compose express my passion truly
Dances they step in reveal how happy you make me
Yin yang carpets floors my mind
Male and female kissing an immortal oneness
Come out the full moon tonight
I’ll need you like never before
Here is my full package of unbroken feelings
I’ll give you titles your mother labored for
This letter I am to write
Will sing each qualifying word
This letter will be like a mosquito
You will never find a space to sleep
It will be your favorite clothe
That will see you to the grave
But the noise remain silent on calming down
Alas! I risk forgetting what I intended to write
Friday Night December 31
Dear Sweetheart,
When I get home I’ll write to you
I promise
Just that I lost my pen
If you doubt it, here is what I’ll say;
The place that makes me secure
In this world full of atoms
Is to be next to you
There is no happiness in tipple
No happiness in the game of the naked
No happiness in a series of masquerade events
The only joy there is, is to be by your side
Life they say is absurd
Certainty of dearth makes it all complete
Where do good people in wait for judgement go?
What do they do?
How do they interact?
If life is being in existence, then death is to what?
Harmony of contraries some reason thus
Coldness exist in harmony with hotness
Oh! Sweetie nothing else makes sense to me
For life to me, is loving you
Life means to have you in abundance
For sure before I call it another year I’ll write
After all these letters I would have written
In response could you just call it quits? How absurd
Every letter I sent infused pain in you
You even retuned the copies
Telling me I need help
But my dearest sweetheart
Am only human am bound to error
Father’s day as they call it
A drunkard man’s speech is his sober mind
Let me write one whilst in my sober mind
The times I wrote to you, I was at bar-man’s counter
Please Dear Sweetheart