But One Thing Poem by Chima Ononogbu

Tell me you love me,
whisper into my yearning ears sweet nothings,
as many times as the stars blink.
Confess to me how great a mountain I worth;
how I've become the best thing you know,
'cause my pocket is bare
and my hands go in and out like a lightening.
Go on, chatter my goodness, oft as your lips can lap
to the silent admiration of the world,
so that I may grow more tender
and fall deep into your gaping hands.
Now you've got me hypnotized,
wrapped around the tiny pole sitting atop your palm,
I'm losing control of my spinning mind
and my desire of you is burning hot, and
hunger rattling in my romantic bonnet,
hunger for your luminous words
that grind me into your grounds of sweet coffee.
Even though you've gotten me there, like a swaddled baby,
where you can predict me,
toss me around as you may,
know that I've willingly giving you all, but one thing:
my heart,
which I can't give,
nor let your charm sway its pulsating abode,
for I guard it with the wings of the Cherubim,
and with eyes of the four living creatures spy its territory
to stave off romantic vandalism.