By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale:
Butterflies- Day 9
& because love is a type of art
In your eyes I see my reflection monologuing,
It speaks of the many places in your arms
where boys disremember the taste of gloom.
It speaks of cities after sunset where the songs in our heart
dances to ripples & to the strange gong of water.
I leap into your voice & turn a bedtime story.
& that’s to say a butterfly lives between us-
breaking our silences with the colour of her wings,
& that’s to say everything is tasteful when you make the recipe:
say lullabies/say colours/say memories/say music/say poetry…
& because love is a type of art,
I think of you & my skin forms cloud of goosebumps
with rainbows falling like hailstones in a room fenced with your fragrance.
I think of you & dissolve into a garden of comets,
Into mysteries & into the type of magic that heals & make whole.
& because when I say I love you,
I speak for the many voices in my head
seeking a way out of my body to your bone,
I speak for my mother whose mouth is full of dreams,
I speak for the birds whose chirps are music to desolate cities.
© Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale