You read me with your sixth sense That’s going too far, I settle for less I read you with my primitive sense My pre-sense Half of all communication is unintended Life is beautiful if we express it And even more beautiful if we let it express itself Through us in us as us for us to us with us Inspite of us You are a poem writing itself daily Your spirit, your thoughts, your emotions, your body Are flowing with the inner river Drawn to me With the purest of primitive intentions. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
attraction
SHUT UP, MAN
Women are so serious, you know
There’s a way she looks at you sometimes
From beneath her eyelids
And you know
She’s taking a second look
Because you passed the first test
Then even your heart skips a beat
You don’t want to fail the test
But you don’t want to pass it either
Oh how you want to pass it! Oh no
Oh yes – oh, shut up! Men are pigs.
Just be grateful for whatever she gives you
And try not to mess it up too much
You don’t deserve it anyway.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
INTIMATE ENEMIES
A day
Is a long way to travel
A truth
Is a deep lie to unravel
A kiss
Is a message of sorts
Friendship is a breaching
Of the law of torts
Intimacy is most intense
When you and your enemy
Break down each others’ defence.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
FIRST BLOOD
There I saw a lion
With the eyes of a rose
Calmly it watched me
As I froze
It approached me, circled me
And seemed undecided
It scared me and thrilled me
And I was divided
Should I draw a knife
And the lion oppose
Or should I yield my heart
To the rose?
Then it turned around
And it was a woman
Knowingly she smiled
And looked only human.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 