Written By: Maxwell Opia-Enwemuche
I am a chalice full of sweet wine
& my wine is for my priest,
a priest I will yield my body & soul.
Do not desire me for pleasure;
look beyond my enticing hour-glass body
& embrace my conscious cerebral content.
I am a chalice, shinning outside
& more precious & presentable inside,
waiting without wailing, for a wonderful priest.
Don’t war against my innocence,
but leave me alone to grow up.
Don’t steal my childhood with pretense
& leave me to grope in chaos.
I am a chalice full of sweet wine,
& I detest humans acting like swine.
Maxwell Opia-Enwemuche is a poet, novelist, and essayist who writes from Umuahia, Nigeria. His book, The Oracle of Isieke speaks on humanity and the need to live together as one devoid of things that breed rancour and disharmony in a growing world.
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Girls are like mangoes, while some are waiting for them to ripen, others are already eating them with salt. – – Pete Edochie.
Pay no heed to me, please, I was only being mischievous. Nice poem, mahn.