I wanted to write you a poem my love,
a poem of my intimate obsessions,
Whisper this desire for you
of your soft and wet lips,
of your accented curves and hips
of your breasts firm as coconuts
I wanted to write you a poem
Pour my heart to my gentle one ,
Since I saw you in uniform,
This itching excitement
The innate urge of being with you
Do things and raise brats with you
I wanted to write you a poem
that you would read without stopping
that you would hide from from teachers
A poem that you would re-read in the morning chill
Relive the days in Nyabururu English Contest,
At the the ray shone through the openings
And hit your tightly crossed thighs.
I wanted to write you a poem
Hand written feelings from the son of Kiru
Forever entrenched in memory
Like a song lyrically sweet to ear
But with pitiful sorrow I cannot
I wanted to write you a note
But oh my love, I sin I cannot
You are married.
