Category : Poems

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kòt muen 
1
One day I was 
Sitting in my chair.
There I was deeply 
Meditating.


A Cobra out 
Of thin air appeared,
Thought to my Self this 
Is  a-ma-zing.
 
Its Red Yellow 
Cir-cum-ferenc-e,
Began to Coil then 
Re-form into 


An Image brite 
Ma-jes-tic t-o stare 
At her Image in 
Underwea-r. 


2
Put-ting her Ear
On my left Chest to
A level where I 
Hear her Breath-ing.


Her Creole Tongue 
Say I have given 
Her a Reason For 
Liv-ing,


I have something 
To confess impressed
Tho it may be Hard 
To imagine.
 
How it feels to 
Be com-plete for Sh-e’s 
M-y Miss-ing Rib.
My Missing Rib


3
One day I was 
Sitting in my chair.
There I was deeply 
Meditating.


How my Heart Beats 
Skips as if there’s 
Something missing.


How it feels 
More or less,
Let’s just say what 
I wouldn’t gi-ve,


To be Com-plete, 
F or Sh-e’s foun-d 
M-y Man-ke kòt, 
My Miss-ing Rib.