Poetry

Rum

Her spirit was like rum to me,
a golden kaleidoscope of wisdom and beauty,
with a disclaimer that read ‘handle responsibly’.

From the moment I saw her, I knew I had to be wary,
a slim thick frame with a skin tone as sweet as black cherry,
I approached her confidently and she introduced herself as ‘Mary’.

‘Mary St Claire’ to be exact,
harnessing an essence of beauty, no man could subtract,
she was an Afrocentric woman I had to tie down to a long term contract.

Standing by the entrance of a shop, we sparked up a conversation,
stringing together a humorous and flirtatious connotation,
as we weaved through topics, it was clear her intelligence was a constellation.

And just like that, I was addicted to her rum-like spirit,
her sweetness had me wishing her phone and my phone could transmit,
despite normally being disloyal, with her, I knew I was ready to commit.

After exchanging numbers, we walked around the high street,
spending several hours in each other’s company in the London heat,
as we chilled and laughed, it was clear we had something concrete.

When the time came, we said our goodbyes and walked away,
an accidental meeting had unexpectedly turned into an intoxicating day,
on a casual Tuesday, I had met the woman who would later throw the bouquet.

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2 Comments

  • Reply
    Ian
    August 9, 2014 at 7:49 am

    Nice. Sounds like personal experience

    • Reply
      Anthony Lyrics
      August 10, 2014 at 4:09 pm

      Thank you! It’s actually a fictional poem

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