By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale:
Butterflies- Day 4
Rain of roses
they say love is what happens
when the heart shuts itself into aesthetics of bliss.
my hand is a bowl of ice & smoke
finding music in whatever ices & burns.
I see sundown in your eyes & all I want to do is
touch her lips lightly with salt & strings.
I’ve never been fluid to the magic of butterflies
till I met the rain of roses in your charisma.
& because love is a city with open walls,
boys would encroach anywhere a body feels like home
& the silence where dreams make companion
of shadows sailing towards green lands & surviving,
& because love eat wounds with depth,
they will crawl into anywhere a girl is remixing
God’s voice to sound like him- It’s how I got here,
where I could count you the stars in a heartbeat.
Anike, last night built a castle of dead faces in my room,
the walls drew themselves to a waterfall of memories.
see, I’ve always known darkness with its fluency
in the languages of loss & emptiness,
this time it was more, the ceiling became
a cloud of dust rustling every object in wildness
until your voice walked through the door as psalms of peace.
tell me, what hell is too stiff for your love to bend into a safe haven?
© Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale