A GLIMPSE OF GIFT

A GLIMPSE OF GIFT. Ep. 1

Out here on this porch,

With feet as planted as syringe on soft bum,

I have a dwelling made of this spot.

My eyes pierce through the now scanty street,

As it had done for days now.

Hoping to catch a glimpse of Gift.

Gift, a gift to this world.

Blessed with a smile worthy of shutter clicks and stares without blinks.

She is a maiden, fairer than just allures.

She has that charm stronger than juju,

She wears beauty so well, the weak mind will call it voodoo.

Gift!

I have known her feet to grace the unworthy stage that this street is.

I have seen the sway of her hips be a seed of confusion,

Planted to lead astray as she moves in delectable cadence.

I know that when the clock ticks into the 6th hour after noon, she should be expected.

So why do I tarry to my yawns and ooze of futile dreams.

Where is the present I'd love to have?

Oh! My Gift.

Tomorrow is another day to seek you