MY LOVER'S LOVER

My lover no longer resides in my tiny cottage  
My tiny cottage onshore  
Given by my father.  
My father was a fisherman  
You see,  
A fisherman with a tiny cottage next to the sea  
Haha !  
“So tiny you hear the winds moan in jealous protest  
When Moon makes passionate love to the ocean!”  
Often he would joke to our friends.  
“O! You should hear the roar of rattled sleeping tides, when they hit ecstasy!”  
Haha! That’s my lover!  
 
My lover.  
He lay at the palace.  
Yes!  
He now dwells in the comforts of a castle.  
He lay in a master suite  
A master suite hidden like a treasure cave;  
Surrounded by endless rooms to the right  
Connecting to the left.  
A palace with an electric fireplace  
And a chimney as if it smokes!  
A palace  
Lit by thousands candles  
Scented with incense and expensive Swahili perfumes.  
My lover  
He lay in the arms of another lover;  
My lover’s lover.  
 
She is a beauty or so I’ve been told.  
Flawless ivory face  
A huge mouth that often lights up like a mirror ball  
Cylinder  
Endowed with long legs;  
Long legs that showcase the beauty sleeping underneath long white cloaks  
Very long legs,or so I’ve been told!  
She is graceful too and has a mysterious way about her.  
She,  
My lover’s lover
She is perfect  
You see;  
Daughter of a rich man  
With an old, important name;  
Wealth,  
Influence,  
Authority,  
Fame and golden fortune comes with that name  
You see;  
Oh who could resist such beauty?  
 
My lover lays comforted in the sacred pathways and curves in between her long legs  
He lay on her firm breasts  
Breasts that will nurse their beautiful daughter tomorrow  
And a son  
Yes!  
A son they must have;  
An heir must be made.  
My lover  
He lays enveloped within her fragile arms  
Her petal like skin lull him to a night of her gifted dreams  
Where lovers wish and its commanded  
Ask and it is given  
Mention and it is done…  
He lay on her chest  
Listening to the power of her heartbeats  
Heart beats that gave him a rebirth  
A second birth to a lifetime of merry, cherries and blossoms.  
My lover  
He lay in the arms of his lover;  
My lover’s lover;  
One who my lover’s mother and brother saw  
Acceptable  
Suitable  
Fit For (him).  
 
(While) I so wrongly fated  
Lay in my tiny cottage onshore  
My tiny cottage gifted by my fisher father  
Listening to the cold night and lonesome sea  
Crying out for the touch of the two lovers  
Who danced to its wavy rhythm.  
I who has nothing to my name  
Lay in between these sheets  
Where once him and I  
Melted in each others silence  
As our body spoke in signs  
Of secret things only two true lovers  
God and the Angels know of.  
I  
I lay herein this empty bed  
Listening to my sorrowful heart makes out stitch in his name  
With a broken spirit writhing in the magical memories of yesterdays;  
When my lover and I picnicked and played on the hills  
Bathed in the river by the countryside uncovered    
Unashamed  
While heavens and Mother Nature applauded the sight.  
Yesterdays when I was all he wanted yet couldn’t have enough of  
Yesterdays when I was his lover and he was mine;  
My lover!  
(Now)I lay here with a worn- out soul  
Weathered like a rose grown in the desert  
Flamed out like a bonfire at dawn  
A soul too damaged;  
Refuse to be comforted by any other touch  
Any other;  
Lover’s touch  
Except by my lover  
Who now lays comforted  
In the arms of his lover;  
My lover's lover.  
 
©PENINNAH NG'AN'GA  
  5/1/2016.