NO SUBSTITUTE

©nnamdiudoka
No substitute

Don't ask me to be that guy
I couldn't
The butterfly and the moth are well aware
That though they both dance in the fields and fly
And flit in the air above the meadows
They aren't one and the same
For one is partial to the art of the body
Like the Ulli woman

While the other prefers the bask in a brilliant light

Don't ask me take his place
My victories aren't his
The hues of my sorrows
Weren't painted with the same brushes as his
My miseries stand with pigmy hands
And legs as tall as trees
Fast on the feet when befalling me
With worries that can't be helped
His problems drift to dance
in disregard
But he laughs out in spite of himself
For his pockets are swollen
And by one flick of the hand
The bulk of his troubles simply part

Don't ask me to be that guy
I could never reach the spots
Where his arms contort for that snug embrace
Like an expert twister does
Of course you'd lay emphasis on love
How everything else matters less
Than empathy, of course
But who’s fault will it be when
I’m too sharp because you still miss his blunt
When I’m too square
But all he’d ever been was curves
I am who I’ll always be
Mould your desires around me
Like a plaster cast does
And we’ll be stronger together
You as you
I as I
Don’t ask me to be that person
The moustache could never eyebrow the eye
It would be too much
And yet again
It would never be enough

©nnamdiudoka