I Forgive you

I forgive you;

For the girls before me.

I see traces of them in you.

Little particles of dust on a window pane.

You miss them, I know you do.

In me you see a sliver of what you had.

Their presence in your life

Was exercise for my arrival.

A path you had to walk,

To better understand how your kingdom

Should be run.

Welcome home,

Your dusty soul

Tells of travels to places you had no right to step your feet in.

Let me kiss you and

Clean out the taste of those girls.

Come sit in your throne;

On my thighs will I straddle you.

They are cold from waiting too long.

Nkem Oyaghire