By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale:

ÀNÌKÉ- Day 17


let’s say this poem is your gestures spreading on my skin like wildfire, which means perforated bodies are fertile grounds to grow flowers in love’s name. let’s say your light took the place of the moon buried in my heart, which means there is a lamp within your breast, which means there are clashes of fireworks in the way you do the things you do. let’s say some voices are ships returning to shore with birds & symphony of memories, which means there is resurrection on your tongue, you open your mouth & my body melts into a bouquet of wings. let’s say most days I’m like the sky, wild & free & empty, which means days like these, horizons are your photographs drawn across the sky & night stars are your body broken into twinkling pieces of art. let’s say home is where love lives in walls & silence, which means my love for silence is also longing for home, for you, for a place to touch the wrinkles on the face of the past. let’s say your love has turned butterflies of the aches bottled within me, which means your love is elixir, which means some poems are written out of the grace love made clear, like this one.

© Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale
Undiluted Poet

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Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale

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