WHEN NO IS THE SWEETEST WORD

The girl in black and silver appeared on the stairs

Had been a while since she lined the firmaments

With steps like a gazelle’s, she glided down the steps

Poise, grace, rhythm, all rolled up in a heartthrob

Down those stairs, she danced to the whispers of

A voice that uttered the wishes of a heart in flutters

A poignant stare, a wistful prayer, but no whistles

As the heart wrestled to keep pace with her paces

Lest in its quest the heart found itself without a beat,

It crafted an artful question to rescue a forlorn soul

From the rue of watching her depart, seeing just her back

Hence he inquired, getting her to spin and turn around

In a voice softer than butter, she muttered, “no,”

Shaking her head yet flashing a smile brilliant as gold!

Her voice wafted toward my heart, grazing it with a

Tenderness like the tufts of a feather caressing one’s neck

In that moment, time froze and all else dissolved into the dark

For she was my light, my morning, my never-ending dream!

For LM

Chukwuma Mbaeyi