You don’t
Coax her

Attend her;
Eschew all
Side attractions
That distract
Her allure –

Maybe then
She will answer
And reward you!

Copyright ©May 4, 2019. Elo Igboeli. All Rights Reserved.


Do not say there is no God.
For you do not know;
There are many little things
You do not know,
So be quiet and ponder.

My God is to whom I owe my being.
And through good times and hard times
From whom I seek strength and inspiration.
Therefore, do not say to me
There is no God!

Maybe you are your own god;
Maybe you reject the concept of gods;
Maybe you are not sure what to believe;
There are very many things
I do not know, but

Do not say to me, there is no God!
My God, whom I chase after,
Dwells in me, and yet is bigger than everything
My God is loving and understanding;
Omnipotent and ever-present;
Omnipresent and omniscient.
That is my God!

Copyright ©December 8, 2017. Elo Igboeli. All Rights Reserved.


Your nubile curves
Swung into my consciousness
With desirable appeal: decent
And dressed up in snug, light blue jeans, and a tee;
Contoured and compact and carried with panache.

I lend my voice to extol your traits:
Uncountable times it must have been
Uttered in numerous, flowery complements –
How you are fair like the noonday sun;
And fairer still like a glowing star;
How your eyes burn with a golden hue –
You’re beautiful, it is so true!

Ị na-amuke amuke
Ka kpakpando;
Ocha gị juputara ka olaedo
Na enweghị ntụpọ!
Ọmalịcha nwa dị ụtọ,
Mma gị na-eme obi m pọlị pọlị!


Copyright ©November 30, 2017. Elo Igboeli. All Rights Reserved.

No Loss

Like when words kill
Your school boy enthusiasm.
No venturing beyond that perimeter fence;
No soccer on the lush and inviting manicured lawns.
Play is good but here’s the limit.

The super ego chuckles with bubbly schadenfreude:
I told you.

Never was a waste of time, or moments, or energy, or feelings, or laughs, or thoughts, or even love.
This universe wastes nothing –
All things get spent,
And then recycled.

Copyright ©November 21, 2017. Elo Igboeli. All Rights Reserved.


Savour me like a massage.
Hot, cold, or even tepid –
I am fluid;
I’ll suit your very need.

Guide me like a shower spray
Soothingly pelting your body.
I am fluid;
I’ll heal your tired muscles.

Enjoy every deft touch
Like a steamy shower.
I am fluid;
I’ll loosen your chronic knots.

Soak up the soothingness,
Like of a scented hot tub
(I am fluid),
To calm your frantic thoughts.

Trust each delicate touch
Kneading your calves and thighs.
I am fluid –
Taming all your stressed sinews.

Absorb every knowing blow
Drumming your torso and back.
I am fluid –
Hypnotising you with rhythm and sound.

Copyright © November 18, 2017. Elo Igboeli. All Rights Reserved.


Am I just a piece in your daily rites:
Used, dampened and hung up to dry?
I often wonder how much you love me,
Whether you really like me the way it seems.

I’ve heard you speak of loving my colour;
Of being impressed by my very soft texture;
You say I soak up a lot and I’m exquisite
That I’ve been around for quite some time.

I’ve mapped all your contours and your folds;
All your nakedness I’ve known by the tendrils
Of my soft fine strands; and my memory always
Soaks up your body scent fresh from a bath.

I shield your bare bosom beneath my softness,
Hugging you deftly as you step out the bath –
Touching your torso, your hips and your thighs.
We are intimate. I even feel much more!

I know your covered secrets: the birth mark,
The fair patch, and the mole. I enjoy the way
You guide me gently inbetween your legs
Soaking the moisture (that, I know is mutual).

I savour every inch of our salubrious relationship:
The way you care, keeping me clean, the hot
Soapy washes and warm times in the sun –
Keeping me crisp and fresh for ready use.

I appreciate your shaved legs and trimmed hairs;
Your silky skin; your spotless face and your long hair.
Still I wonder how deeply you love me, whenever
You hang me out to dry.

Copyright ©November 7, 2017. Elo Igboeli. All Rights Reserved.