they say that when you know,
you see with you i do not know,
these mix signals,
like the weather having me dressed
in a summer dress
when it intends to rain.
the first time i met you,
you were wearing a jungle green bomber
that made your shoulders look like a painting Palbo Picasso would drool over,
a master piece of God.
I wondered if ever your heart had raced,
like a Kenyan athlete sprinting through their last lap
to win a medal,
are you always winning?
because my heart is always down on her knees when you speak.
i wondered if you listen to slow music,
if you knew the value of silence amidst grasping for air,
i could not tell the colour of your eyes,
but what is in the dark shall be brought to light,
for i later came to learn that your eyes are the colour brown,
with some wave of blue at the edges,
as if oceans rising to cause a tsunami,
as if warning a girl not to fall inlove with you.
your hands are a collection of stories i enjoy to read,
a stranger that only appears when you are angry,
is where rainbows meet waters.
i have learnt to master your heart beat,
my head resting on your chest.
your heart is the music that sings me to sleep
and 2 a.m in your arms is chocolate cereal
after years of cursing on oat meal,
bad for my health but good for my dopamine.
Your company is my first gasp of air
after years of drowning,
a joyful outburst of laughter that could not be contained.
My heart has mastered your name,
i have fallen into the serenity of our deep and sometimes senseless conversations,
you are my muse,
girls like me dont deserve guys like you,
but i am selfish enough to want you.