Featured Poem: I Was Here - by Uwen Precious Ogban

IT WAS HERE

We had just had our bodies

washed in the bathtub –

heading bodaciously down to

the living room.

We’re descending the staircase

one step at a time;

without apparels or maybe just undies

of clone nature.

We lay

smooches, softly, on our bodies;

licking and biting.

I enjoyed the smooth: the way

he placed both – his hands on my waist line.

It was so ‘finely’ done.

I felt comfortable at the way he infiltrated the elastic of

my stringed ‘wear.’

He flicked thru the bushy way in an all

merry-go-round manner,

and then he effortlessly withdrew his hand,

Leaving me,

Crave for more.

He was ‘fifth’

on the stair in a ‘descend’ manner,

and I stood at the ‘fourth,’

with by back given to his hands;

that made me swoon,

Impatiently,

For that moment we’d lay on the couch;

Mouths pouted,

As in loving,

Heavenly moans.

I was so tucked in the mood

that I thought he had moved

those hands of his,

which would cause tingles in my body,

as a whole.

So I ran down quickly,

and watched him trip to land on the floor.

He’s dead.

He’s been diked by my whims

and emotions.

I ran out of him when he was about leaning on

me – maybe for solace, maybe

cause of the cold,

maybe cause we jingled down this stairway,

maybe cause he was sure of safety,

maybe love is ‘posed to be a fable,

maybe it’s ‘posed to cause a spurt;

of tears, in-between joy.

This is exactly two years after this happened.

I have been hauling those images of how it happened,

So quick and flashy,

We had never wanted the love making to end so quickly,

But you died, all owed to my lust, maybe.

- Uwen Precious Ogban

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