By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale:
ÀNÌKÉ- Day 5
& love said It’s not good for a man to be alone
I know this because God is love, because a lone man is a place where birds are not singing, where grief is a delicate thing & the heart is unkempt with cobwebs & absence, I know this because my body was an empty house with echoes running around before your voice held the walls in a trance, walked into my bone- said it feels like home, said it contained your excesses with rooms for more. What I’m trying to say is, the first time our love met at a garden, I knew even wreckage deserve to be loved in the way you look at me, the way you clasped my hands in yours like music wearing a room, the way our embrace chuckled the trees & blushed the flowers, God, it felt like a long-lost boy running into the arms of hope. Baby, your charisma is asylum, yummy like the moistness of efo riro, you do you to me the way name dances in a mouth it trusts, the way the body shrills in a hand it longs for. & when love said it is not good for a man to be alone, it was a blue cliché tilting you towards me, tilting us towards love & light, I knew I will always be one with everything that is you.
© Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale