Romancism ' BENDING VOW '

After my last encounter
at love and life,
I told myself that I will never fall in love again or at least not so committed with my heart.
Maybe, be in a mutual friendship with no patronizing.

For years, I was doing well at it;
Burying my head at work,
drinking myself at night,
just so I can fall asleep
with all the emptiness in my heart.

I thought I was doing fine,
Reading, Revelation
Skipping, Songs of Solomon
for fear my phallus might be aroused
until you passed through my way.
Your words saw me bid Revelation goodbye,
and Songs of Solomon becomes not just a citation
but an inscription in my heart.

I fear that yesterday night come knocking
at today's door to behold the signs
of the past, reliving itself.
As my fall beckons at my feet,
my heart pounds at the thought of you
as my anxiety of old floods my whole being
at your absence for a minute late.

How do one, tell the heart No?!
When the mind refuses the circuit breaker its fair share,
ignoring the warning of the overbearing current.

I look with my eyes, yet my senses not connecting for my vow, I remember not.
As once again,
love tends to wash it ashore
and my resistance is cowardly.

For you,
my powers are limited,
and gradually,
my balance is shaken.
And my very next step is predictable
and I fear
for is like one falling in love all over again.

I don't!

Marcus Michael
02/18/2019 -11:34pm
Central Estate, Lekki Lagos.

Marcus Michael is a versatile handyman who writes as an expression of his heart at a given time and occasionally when prickled by love.

This poet personae of this piece seems to be falling in love and he doesn't want to because of the fear of love. He is able to predict his next step as he has found someone he can't resist.