Eminado

An Eminado you walked into my life,
With your artistically woven crest plastered on your face,
I knew you were the charm of love, the positive one.
I ran my fingers across your face; fresh, crisp, bump-less.
Perfection was you.
Your spine against my lap, the geometric fit was unbelievable.
Caressing you almost seem stupid, but like a bitch in heat, I panted.
Panted for your soothing words, your promises.
Un beaux monde que vous me presentez!
I am rendered speechless by your brochure.
Short, but just the wine I needed to get me all intoxicated.
My fingers trace the map of your being, and
I thank the little droplets that were formed to create you,
Amidst all the screaming and groaning heard from the sexes(of course).
The passion experienced during your creation is evident, baby of love.
I want no other, I need no type. Not the 0s and 1s replica coming into being.
I want the you that smells musty after the long day’s work,
Oh how I wish to be lost in you!
Our love knows no bounds. The language you spew out is just sexy.
En Français, and my brain turns to fudge. It’s all wiggly and warm up in there.
Hold me, and your arms surround me. The world you present is way better.
Let’s make babies, and call them what you call them. I’m in too deep to care.
Then after I am exhausted, I sleep. But with a smile on my face,
Because the journey you took me on, the ride of my life,
Is worth the upward curvature I wear.
And so, after the last flip of page, the last full stop seen, or ellipses,
or whatever surprise you have for me, I sigh.
You have once again been my Eminado in the storm.
I am now well again. See my smile?

Eminado-Good Luck Charm
Un beaux monde que vous me presentez- A beautiful world you present to me
En Français- In French

TO-DO

A never ending checklist is my life in 2 words,
A compound word and a double word,
Living my life of tomorrows in my present
At school; wake up at 5:00 am, take your bath at 5:10.
No more than 10 minutes is what time your body needs
To get acquainted with the soothing H2O.

Because of a 7:20 am experience on 5th April, my tomorrow is more detailed,
At 7:20 am 6th April, there is no room for slacking.

My Obsessiveness with perfection has led my shortrun time to be always criticised.
Must I go this way? Or is that the appropriate way? Not sure?
Well, I can pen it down for tomorrow 8:30 am.
My longrun is just as ambitious as my shortrun, they mirror each other.
Maybe slightly distorted, as one is way bigger and brighter than the other.
Go to Yale, become a lawyer, write a best seller by 30, marry the checklisted husband.
Taller than me in my 6-inch cinderella glass slippers.
He must be good with words, be it a poet, lyricist, rapper, musician.
His marriage to words must be soo natural I myself will feel like an intruder.
Caring, passionate, a good listener.
Two musical instruments, namely the guitar and the piano.
Sweep me off my feet after 3 weeks of acquaintance, but the first two,
You must be annoying as hell, because …
I want the clichéd enemies-to-friends-to-lovers. I am also fine with anything.
Your afro must be your statement and your eyes must reflect your soul.

My checklist is too long, but I can’t stay on one list for soo long.
My grocery list calls, my chores list meekly following the latter list.
And my assignments list are screaming loudly for their master to beat them out of the paper.

Because of these lists being updated more frequently than the cries to bring back our girls,
My list never has a full stop, a comma even,
because my stream of thoughts are always changing,
Like the human chameleon that switches skin to suit the situation.
My brain tires easily, but these lists are my only equipoise.
To feel human and normal, so I list away. Knowing that my absence of a period,
May be my thrust into my new world, a robotic controlled world of some sort.
An OCD WORLD.