"QUITED " A poem by By Kondwani Sichali

With a best too late quick quit.
I craw, kneel prone to you;
A many words I least remembered before,
A solo noisy jealous tongue, I ever described,
An advice that bounced barren from my ear

An ear, a now silent ear of the year,
Nothing to hear, but let alone mouth,
Mine rude lips play background odd ode
As my sick brain hooks-forth hot back memories;

She was my poetry
For the first just to try
A sweet single, once double bed
A nest I have wallowed in, long wrong
Oh she, my poetry was my world
The world sightless, blind bond to see protrudes,
Thick thorns poised to prick nerves;
My three threads that carry blood
A natural breathing life from God

Sure she was the one
Her face bold broad black beautiful;
Carried a sizeable nose,
Thick live lips wrapping her sweet tongue
And her lazy eyes, dimpled cheeks
Enticed my ears deaf,
My large eyes dark, night
Blind to see nothing
But a flow of love influx from villanelle