The Eve

I remember feeling like a child with candy
With a rush of enthusiasm my stars spelt lucky
Thus it was never risky being cheery though it was sunny
My new office stares with a gloomy dome but alas she was perky
That sense of jolly that comes without being funny
Maybe because her hair was never curly but the torso – ever curvy
With every stare I got “pervy” like…
“In my hometown kissing is a greeting; now greet me in my native language”
It’s like she knew how to start an emotional rampage
Inevitably she had the emotional advantage
Her laugh was like Mexican telenovela causing mental damage from a heavenly spillage
Her warmth reminded me of my mother’s hugs
So you are thinking I’m writing above love
Nay, this is a celebration of suave
Makes you believe in the Entity above
Perfectly fitting like a surgeon’s glove
Personality up high like a dove circling the ripest trees up high
These words are bamboozled; like the poet, they are puzzled
How do you correct these words if the heart fumbles?
Because I swear when she smiles the jungle would rumble
Like my tummy after red-red and palm wine with foamy bubbles
Safe to say, for your sake, Django wouldn’t have had his shackles
For as long as these balls dangle
I’ll always be the stupid Adam who ate Eve’s apple
And guess who would have done the same, Eden’s archangel.