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