True love is rare
Forget about unicorns.
Do you believe in fairy tales?
A child at heart, are you?
Does your soul rejoice at fantasies?
What unseen do you believe?
Have you heard of dragons?
Do you search the skies for them?
How strong is your faith in love?
For I believe all these will come to past before true love is seen and true.
But tell me anyway, do you believe in unicorns?
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Nneka Anieze
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My name is Nneka, a mom of one living in Windsor, Ontario. I invite you to explore the many short stories and poems that contain little pieces of my soul. I hope you enjoy my writing as much as I enjoy creating it.
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His Haibun
He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
By TheSpinstress6 days ago in Poets
Comments (1)
Really enjoyed this piece. I like how most of the lines are a question, which makes you think on each metaphor.