the thought of being with Our Lord, to be close to him makes me fly to all areas of his daily life
i always wish to be with you
spend some time with you
doing ordinary things
cut your hair just the growing tips
cut your nails save them from scratchy
wash your clothes hang them to dry
clean the sand off your sandals
what else can i do for you
perhaps boil water for your bath
(or are your baths cold)
make eba* give you ofe owerre+
and wash the dishes after you've eaten
stitch your torn togas iron off the wrinkles
soak your feet in soapy water dry them off
trim your moustache watch you smile
all this i'd do if I lived with you
in desert Nazareth
and you what do you want of me
you tell me go to Mass and there
drink your wine
margaux
silent fluid for splendid souls
fill me with forgiven pride
clasp your breaded body in my bones
read the scriptures see into your eyes
as I ponder the mystery that made me
smile in my anger as you slip and fall
your strength in sin as you raise me up
be patient when you come to my house
and before you sleep just roll over me
and sleep till morning
*, a Nigerian meal made into edible paste from cassava
+, a vegetable soup; a speciality of people from Owerri, Eastern Nigeria
Poetry by mark nwagwu
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come to me
i always wish to be with you
spend some time with you
doing ordinary things
cut your hair just the growing tips
cut your nails save them from scratchy
wash your clothes hang them to dry
clean the sand off your sandals
what else can i do for you
perhaps boil water for your bath
(or are your baths cold)
make eba* give you ofe owerre+
and wash the dishes after you've eaten
stitch your torn togas iron off the wrinkles
soak your feet in soapy water dry them off
trim your moustache watch you smile
all this i'd do if I lived with you
in desert Nazareth
and you what do you want of me
you tell me go to Mass and there
drink your wine
margaux
silent fluid for splendid souls
fill me with forgiven pride
clasp your breaded body in my bones
read the scriptures see into your eyes
as I ponder the mystery that made me
smile in my anger as you slip and fall
your strength in sin as you raise me up
be patient when you come to my house
and before you sleep just roll over me
and sleep till morning
*, a Nigerian meal made into edible paste from cassava
+, a vegetable soup; a speciality of people from Owerri, Eastern Nigeria
Poetry by mark nwagwu
Read 696 times
Written on 2011-08-15 at 16:02
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