Poem: What I really want

Indeed it’s great that we are best of friends
And are usually there for each other;
It’s true that what I like best to do at anytime
Is listening to you talk – even about nothing in particular;
It’s funny how I like to stay on the phone
Till late at night after you’ve fallen asleep -
When I can hear your whistling breath and imagine it
Coming through that pretty gap between your front teeth…
But as much as I cherish things as they are,
I can’t settle for it; I must have more!

It’s a honor to have made your day, any day,
Even a sweeter privilege on Valentine’s special day;
But I don’t want to be a lover for a few hours, nay,
Much more; for the breakfast, lunch and dinner hours,
Including the dead night and the waking hours
Of this sprightly youth and the stooping old age to come,
I want you to be that special person for only each and everyday…
Please, let me not just be “one of the guys” who asked you out,
Not just one of the bunch of flattering eyes and teasing gifts,
But the very one who gets to take you home and makes of you
A proud wife and mother – the queen of all I demand from life!

What I really want is to be your very own piece of man
The only one… for the rest of our lives.

©2011, Poem by Tee Akindele