Bone On My Neck Poem by ObiGod Chidi CC

BONE ON MY NECK
Seven years later, when we were far
apart
She confessed she had fallen in
love
With me that wet afternoon in our
field,
Where we sat, separated by a glass
table
Warming up for a virtuous life.


I was busy counselling my prodigy to
Win-
To be the queen in the game men
Hardly lose;
To guide her post like a jealous
Succubus;
To strike like a wind, the miser of
Her pride;
To never be dribbled away by keen
Players;
And opened her head wider than her eyes.


As her eyes watched my lips, her mind
My heart.
But never stock her head out of her
Shell.
Her lips salivated for the hot forbidden
Cake;
The ember in between her legs she
Hampered
Later smoldered to wet flames, yet bottled.



She wanted the coach to play and win
Her;
Would love him to admit her into the holy
Institution.
He's honoured to first take her flowered
Garland;
But not the bone on his neck, tethered
By duty.
Never careless with his seed around a
Virgin garden.
And she undecisive, would lose with pressure.



He could I tell her how I feel? That I
Felt nothing
For her, all was a game I played for fun
And pity.
Threw promises neighbour to truth and
Honesty.
And April fool came, she yielded, made
A kick off.
The game ended, spoilt by two fools.

OBIGOD CHIDI C.