Poets are liars too

Not a personal letter

Dear darling Bunmi,

            Hope you still are as beautiful as my lips told you

When I last kissed your dutiful cheek in June?

This was never meant to be a de-mobilisation letter, as such..

It, in short, is just a fare-thee-well-ation letter.

I promised to speak only non-untruths from now on..

So, I should say that when my lips told you I loved you

While looking tenderly into your honey-brown eyes

Whilst the twittering birds twittered at dawn..

I would say is my bestest poetic performance-

I guess we could call it a paradox.

Darling (can I still call you darling?),

You were pretty (irony);

Cutely plumpy (at least, not dumply);

Sweet, too (at least, I’m not sighing);

And your smile..oh, your smile(your best asset, if ever best means worst)

At dawn reminds me of, yes, a cute, little poodle vetless with bad-breath.

Understand this, I still do love you-

Why else do you think I’m writing this-

I love you like loving you not can only just be the best thing

Better than loving you.

Do you get it? That’s the depth of this love I have for you.

Your trust in me was not misplaced

During our bouts at my place.

It, obviously, as you can see now

Is safely stowed on my blog

For my pals to see and ogle

For that’s what you are worth…

Something beautiful..to be fought over;

Salivated over but

Left at a safe distance.

You, darling, should be placed on a pedestal.

I did you wrong.. bought you stuff..

I just want to let you know, darling,

That in as much as this love we swam in

Transcends trenches in the oceans.. 

DO NOT GET CARRIED AWAY IN THE CESSPOOLS

And fast spinning currents of heady, titanic love for ..

POETS ARE LIARS TOO.