Sweet November Poem by Uche Nwanze

Birds sang beneath the blue skies.
One Sweet Sunny November, the Clouds quiet.
Basked in the euphoria of Friday evening, after a tortuous week.
Cars honking, blaring in the long traffic interestingly deafening, the mad rush is over, thank God is Friday chorus in the air.
The serenity that greets the homecoming of the Aphrodite.
The Smiling Sun heralds the arrival of the goddess of beauty.
With bathed breath I waited to see her golden eyes.
Hearts dancing with boisterous rhythm. Will she ever come?
Eyes glued to the dusty road, a wait for eternity.
With a grain of salt I resigned to fate, my eyes may not behold.
Seconds grow into minutes, minutes give birth to hours, still no sign.
Alas! Her silhouette slowly seducing the Sun.
The aura of her presence divine.
Her eyes shone like Venus.
Her smile flawless like snow.
The long wait is over, the cloud of my doubts melts.
My frayed nerves her fragile hands calm.
Her tender fingers like a magic wand she caress.
She bathes my anxious lips in wild passion, luscious sumptuous kiss the kiss of life.
Her sumptuous body I feast on ravenously.
Sweet November, the day a mortal is bonded by the immortal.
The day love was birthed.
A thing of beauty, I found a Priceless jewel.
The curtains closes, the red sea divides, her soundtrack a sweet melody, the ears pregnant with childish expectation.
Like an old sweet wine she soothes my troubled soul.
One Clement November, the Nightingale came home to roost.
One Sweet November, a day I will forget to remember.




© *UCHE NWANZE*
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