EXCELLENT AT YOU.

You're becoming my daily routine.

A random but choreographed activity like a flash mob on the subway.

A nonsense poem whose truth I’ll never admit when confronted.

You're becoming a habit, like I practiced you for twenty one days straight. If I go on for twenty one more, I'll become excellent at you.

You're becoming an addiction and yes I like it.

Just a little of you and slowly I want more. More chats, more hang outs, I want...you.

You were quiet today, or was it I who drifted away?

The symptoms are starting to show, I'm shaky, I need you.

I'm a junkie, no rehab please just more of you. Up the dosage, yes increase it Lord.

A little spiritual dryness and I feel it in the physical.

My mind is blocked, I can't think straight, wait.

I can't think at all.

My body aches everywhere like it lacks exercise but really it's 'cause my soul is lacking you. The mouth speaks from the abundance of the heart all I can speak is the complaints of my heart.

I'm deficient of you, the living water, my levels of your healing word are insufficient in me.

I need you. Help me to shut off the rest of the world before my relationship with you, my whole world, is shut off entirely. Bring me back to that first time, to the honeymoon phase when it was you on my mind, and you in my step, and you all around. To the point in my life when I was becoming excellent at you.

By Edwina-Summer Mazunda