In A Heartbeat

By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale:

Butterflies- Day 27

In a heartbeat

the clouds would burst into raindrops. the clink of bodies would dilute a room’s voice. & a seabird would sing to the sea & leave a homestead to itself. my point is, there is much a heart can become in a whisper. -a bowl of water where someone has gone drowning. -a rendezvous of pain & history. -a place where memories are ashes at the mercy of breeze. & sometimes I open my mouth to theatrics of the wind- as if to be amazed at its ability to turn bodies to smoke. as if my lips could go back in time to kiss the dead goodbye. as if there is more to the melody of a song that has stopped playing. in my search for love, I ran into you soaked in grief & if you ask what’s the thin line between love & grief? I’ll say two tales with grey aftertaste. only that love is endless in depth & your heart is a beautiful temple & who wouldn’t want to worship God on an altar with the beauty that swallows grief from bone? there’s always a voice before a boy protecting his name from fire. this voice cleans every past that wanders into its bosom. it’s the voice at the door seeking a way to breath life to a forgotten story. It’s yours. & I was the boy even the stars would not lead home before your voice perturbs me out of my shadow. before your mouth became water to the seed sowed in my loins. & I think about you in flowery ways. like the way you numb my inadequacies with kisses & leave poetry at every end of your presence. the way your laughter walks on water & rescue my light from sinking. you’ll call me home when the night is trapped in the teeth of gloom & in a heartbeat I’ll answer in every way homecoming does a lonely house.

© Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale
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