Poem: Winning.

You are

So close to me:

I feel your breath

On my skin.


I don’t care

About anything else;

With you,

I feel like

I’ll always win.


I feel like

I’ve scored

The winning goal,

My despair feels

Paper thin.


My face is fixed

In a perpetual grin.

My meals seem tastier,

My drinks intoxicate me,

Even as they are

Devoid of gin.


I am drunk

On the quality

Of your love,

My heart spins.


I perform impossible feats,

Like standing on tiptoe

On a pin,


As the joy from your love

Fills me up within.


Written by

Ivie M. Eke 2018.

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