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.
