By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale:
Butterflies- Day 14
A Toast to Love
& let the clink of our glasses be to the earth jazz music
embedded in the throat of songbirds with hibiscuses,
of love nursed into wings & promising dreams,
into stories rising from within the bone with dawn.
of love carrying within her home & voices-
somewhere the ringing of a melodious bell is call to redemption.
let the clink of our lips be to our bodies, poetry
-where angels live in water & the harmony of their harps in goosebumps.
I mean, be lost in me & I, in you
& let love find us in our heartbeats plucking & planting butterflies.
I mean walk deep into the woods in my mouth
to meet the vocals living in caves & cabins of my soul.
lodge in me & I, in you & let this sync be to the night a blessing,
of two hearts emitting rays of moonlight in splendor
& in the kind of salvation that bring light to shadows.
of two hearts situated between night stars & blue parables
-melting in a gunpowder into coloured flames,
& into stories pregnant with nations & oceans on fire.
& baby, let the clink of our glasses be to the earth arrival of rain,
for this love transcends the beauty of Sahara,
like fired ceramic made of moonflowers.
for this love is everyday party with smoke, space & time,
cos smoke is a fluid form of art & this fluidity is us,
it’s how our chemistry accustoms itself to electrifying.
© Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale