By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale:
Butterflies- Day 2
& the voice said God is love
my bone chuckled into a torrent
while the voice chiseled out your face
out of a wall hard as the wildness of dusk:
this is how your name became a litmus paper,
a water-soluble mixture of my art & the moon’s gaze.
it’s how you cringe into night temples in my body
every time we say the word love through wire.
& how a firefly stumps out of my tongue
at every attempt to tame the smoke rising
from the miles between our heartbeats.
It’s for times like this when boys are frail bubbles
like rivers on fire that love was created
to twist their souls into images of homecoming:
say your arms wrapped around my reflection
& your voice trading flowers with my silence.
something to masseur their inadequacies
& make sacred alters of their imperfections:
say the way you do you to me
& turn every scar on my heart a twinkling star.
& the voice also said love is God
& I do not know if God is the chemistry
electrifying our hearts to percussion
or [just] another name for butterflies.
© Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale