THE LAST CHAPTER

In a few days

I will be closing up

Shutting down

Letting go

Locking the door

Walking away

Throw away the key

Walk into the sunrise

This time it is I who choose

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

HE & SHE

HE:

1, 2,3,4,5

You count as she walks away

You stop and wait

She stops

Turns

And looks back

She smiles

And walks away

Whoo hooo!

You shout to yourself

Jump, do a jig and sing

She likes me

Oh she likes me

She can’t get enough of me,

She will be back

You try to convince yourself while doing the M.J walk

SHE:

1, 2,3,4,5

She counts as she walks away

You stop and wait

She stops

Turns

Looks back

Smiles

Walks away while thinking

I got him

He thinks he got me

Oh, let me fool him

Watch him fall all over me

She walks away doing the Beyonce walk.

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

O.L.T

It has been months since I saw you

Our last conversation was spit fire and anger

You give me that big smile and bear hug

I get a whiff of your cologne and my knees go weak

My heart starts to beat at 100 BPM

We order lunch and later take a walk to get ice cream

All the while I watch you as you eat

Swallow your food

Lick your lips

How I would like to touch them one last time

It feels just like old times

You take me home

At the door

As you bend down and kiss me on the cheek

I steal a kiss

I see the fire in your eyes

I feel your muscles stiffen

I hear you hold your breath

I walk in

Close the door gently

But

Your foot is in the door

You push it open

Close it behind you

You grab me

We kiss passionately

I try to push you away

But you hold me tight

Imprison me with your arms

We kiss again

As we struggle to remove our clothes

You lay me down on the carpet

You kiss my neck

Move down to my breasts and suckle them

My hands gently caress your back

I hold you tight as you put your mouth on my breast

Like a baby you suckle it

Slowly, seductively, carefully

You move to my torso

Daisy awakes as you lick her

Your tongue separates her lips

Deeper it goes

Tasting the juice

Letting me explode in your mouth

You enter me

I stop breathing for a minute

You move up and down all the while caressing me

For a minute we glance at each other

Eyes locked

Moving to the same beat

Up and down

Down and up

I scream your name

Hold you tight

As we reach the climax.

………………………………………………

In the morning

I see the letter on the table

It reads;

My pumpkin,

Last night was the best I ever had. Unfortunately, this cannot happen again. We cannot see each other again. I love you. You will always hold a special place in my heart but this is the last time we will see each other. Goodbye my love.

Love,

Cheri. Kisses

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

YOU

Your touch

Your kiss

Your smile

Your caress

Your shyness – which is a turn on

Your naughty laugh

Your try at being sarcastic

The way we cuddle

Fight for the covers

The talks

And most of all

I miss you

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

FWB?

Just because he smiles when he looks at you

Doesn’t mean he digs you

Just because he walks up to you and says hi

It doesn’t mean he is into you

Just because he likes you more than a friend

That does not mean he is in love with you

Just because he hangs out with you

Invites you to the pub on a Friday night with his pals

It doesn’t mean he has future plans with you

Just because he invites you into his house

Lets you cook for him in his kitchen

Clean his house and wash his clothes

That doesn’t mean he wants to marry you

He may hang out with you

Let you into his world

Party with you

Flirt with you

Dance erotic dances with you

And leads you on

Maybe he wants…..

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

CYBER STALKER

I look at your page everyday

I am your friend on facebook

I scan through your photos

I tag myself

I like your posts

I reply to your posts

I send you random messages

I follow you on twitter

I re-tweet your posts

I tweet you but no reply

I follow you on four square

I know your favorite restaurants

I check in when you do

And check out when you leave

I download your pictures and store them on my laptop

I would like to get to know you

Can we be more than friends?

Maybe lovers

I want to get to know you body, heart and soul

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

FAVOUR

She sits on your desk

Skirt above her thighs

Blouse buttoned down

You pull your chair closer

Get a sneak of the honey pot

She kisses your ear

Your neck

Your mouth

Her hands slide down

You are swollen and ready to burst

You lick your lips in anticipation

But

She turns your laptop

Opens your e-mail account

Dictates the instructions

Dictates the pay package

You sign and click send

It is official

She stands up

Adjusts herself

Pats down her hair

With a twinkle in her eye

She winks and leaves the card

See you at eight

Don’t be late.

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

IM-PERFECT

I wish my twins were smaller

I wouldnt have to wear such a big cap

And consider their size when buying tops

I wish my hips were straight

I would rock skinny jeans

And swing to the beat of “in those jeans”

And fit into anything small like Leche

I wish voice was like Joey’s

I would be on a radio station

Rocking the nation

I wish my curves were like Curves

I would rock a skirt suit with killer heals

I wish my body was just a little bit smaller in certain areas

I wish I could eat lots of junk food like Nessa

And not have to see the results a week later

A little trim there

A tuck here

Maybe a nose job

Then I’d be picture perfect

To you perfect doesnt count

In my eyes I am past  im-perfect

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

HELLO

I watch you stealing glances as we walk

I watch as you take care of me

I know you care

I know you have my back

Your little gestures

Opening the doors

Pulling a seat for me

Kissing me on the cheek

Gently hugging me

Gently holding my back

Curling your fingers around mine

I can’t imagine living without you

You are my sun

You are my moon

My world revolves around you

You don’t have to try so hard

For me to love you

The minute you shook my hand

And said hello

You stole my heart.

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection.

Aloof

Watching things from a distance is my specialty,

 All I do is nod for conformity. 

Nothing I'd say would change a thing as you have already decided,

 And just like that, the conversation ended.

No breaking out, or sign of movement.

 I don't scream nor shout,

Attracting attention is the last thing that would count.

 Sigh!

Simple thoughts of what I want,

Nothing to deal with follow ups

 Jump, swing and slide in my comfort zone,

Only to find I'm swinging towards the firing squad.

 I get what I want,

 But this one,

This one time among the many one times,

 I leave it without reason.

Tired of putting up a fight,

 I'd watch it from a distance,

Because I know I'm right.

Written by “Silent”.

DISTURBED

The night is quiet

All I hear is your regular breathing

I cuddle closer

As I lay in your arms

I get these dreams

I see him

I hear him

It is always the same

He wants to come back

He wants us back

He made a mistake

In the end he walks away

My heart gets broken again

You turn kiss my forehead

Caress my arm

I toss and turn

Wake up drenched in sweat

Later I get a text message

“Hey! I was just wondering how you both are doing?”

Are these

Vivid dreams

Visions

Dreams

Nightmares

Or

I am finding it hard to let you go L

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

AGAIN

I would do it with you

I would do it in

Different positions

Entwined in each other’s arms

You on top of me

Me on top of you

Sitting on top of you

Try the 69

In the kitchen

In the bathroom

In the Jacuzzi

On the balcony

In the car

On the train

On the bus

In the bedroom

I would do it again

With you and only you

I would not have to think twice

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

STORM

I don’t know how to let go

I am not sure where to start

I am not sure how to start

It feels like I am floating

Between limbo and purgatory

I miss laying my head on his chest

I miss the phone calls

I miss the giggles and whispers

I miss holding hands

And walking next to him

Is what I am feeling normal?

Or is it not?

I have so much

I do not know how to let go

I am trying to be a big girl

There are those times

I pick up the phone

Dial the number

Quickly disconnect

Least I sound childish

What do I do?

How do I do it?

Is there a manual?

Is it written somewhere?

Is it written on a scroll?

This is one storm

I do not know how to conquer

This is one storm

I cannot see the light

This is one storm

I want to wake up from

This is one storm

I wish I saw coming

This is one storm

No medication can numb

Is this the storm before the calm?

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection.

Don't Call Me Poet.

He wrote a poem titled it the last poet

he was in the poem era, the last before all went quiet…

And the only sound I could hear was rhyme and flow

so, maybe I sound like this in slow motion,

maybe I found my place in flow motion.

But I don’t think you should call me poet, without caution.

A little about me though no autobiography; I flunked literature class, 

needless to add I don’t have my poetic license.

So I read twice as much as I write, when I write,

My scripts are ten times better than when I spit.

Guess my ten fingers can take credit for this.

Don’t call me poet, I don’t think I've graduated.

So what if my thoughts sound like they've marinated

I’m not there yet but I’m steadily moving toward it,

all I need is this ink for what I feel, to word it

I don’t seek for you to understand this, what I want is

for you to feel me as though you’re blind and I’m Braille.

Don’t call me poet, I know nothing about rhythm,

my pace is uneven, maybe I lack lyrical fitness.

The only beat I know and write to, that of my heart.

And that’s another 72 reasons every minute

why me and pen will never part.

Written by Edgar Akama.