By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale:
Butterflies- Day 23
A Love Song
the moon would attract for itself
bodies drawn to the twinkling of night stars.
it’s the rule of love to live in stories
that keep your dreams awake with a face, hand,
& lips- for while the night is asleep, I see myself in your eyes
& all I want to do is unbecome the things grief made of me,
because we do not fear what the night
will turn us into when love lives in our hearts,
when a voice before the graveyard in our bodies
wears our mother’s skin & their passion to give mouth
to places in our bone that do not talk.
& to wrap my hands around your waist in love’s name
Is to be unaware of the fire contoured on my palms
& sail homeward led by the smell of your enchantment.
& to lay awake on your thigh with a bedtime story
Is to be drunk in butterflies- I swear this is where a man
Is malleable to bend into soft tone by a whisper.
Anike, what do you not stop in my heart from remembering the sound of gloom?
what do you not stop from becoming one with the trees & grasses?
you got here & what lies in the dark learn to pay obeisance to my shadow,
you got here & many things for me starts with your figure:
even art/even flowers/even raindrops/even poetry/even colours.
© Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale