HER LETTERS

POET: Losioki Somoire

Her Letters

The writings provoked my desire

The black ink caused my heart to fire

The language employed still took me higher
'I received her letters

I read her letters

But never got the stance to reply her letters


I am sorry because of messing up

Ignorance took part of me ne`er saw I was messing up

Until my eyes in confusion wrapped up


“What else do you enchant?

You think me a lesser being who can`t

You think I lack some sense to love and my love Is blunt”


Her letters were infectious

The passion did more hurt to a heart that became cautious

A need for reply `want so rebellious


In her letters she mentioned the agony

In her heart became the subject protagony'

That nothin` ever would bribe her to harmony


Enchanted and enticed

Choked and provoked

Vengeful but excited


Took my ink and pen

Rubbed all the memories of then

Wrote a plain, dry-though catchy letter with my pen

E`ven though you scornfully frown, frown o`ver my need

As it sickness plus my erratic bold

I clear my throat, head high, say you`re wrong in bold

Maybe you find me a nuisance

Maybe you find me boring and nancy-prancy to

give a chance

Maybe you just don`t fancy me by the stance'


Eyes and tongue full of disgust

I read cold blames in your eyeballs that I again

don’t trust

Because welled up with contempt


This reply to your letters

Is a hope that one moon you`ll erase the latters

And look beyond these labels you put on my

flawless reputes

In her letters again

Blames claiming my impediment reign

Memories of yore so much they rain

In her letters again

Her scornful gait and temperament that gain

More and much hostility that ceased to refrain