By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale:
Butterflies- Day 17
Songs of Álání
1. If I could weave your place in my heart, it would be deeper than the oceans & the hollows in the eye of a tomb.
2. loving you is spontaneous like the aesthetics of miracles, some days I could think of you & hear footfalls of rain.
3. there are always tales sighing in the silence of my room & one of them is the blue memory of you forging my name on your chest.
4. the inside of the night is your voice’s way of oozing country music to the violence in my body & reaching her dry bones with the breath of hibiscuses.
5. I never knew I was lost till love found me in you.
6. for reasons I cannot tame, when I am with you, my heart becomes a bubble of moons.
7. I am thankful for the ice you dissolve my flames into, the tune of water on your tongue dancing my body to feathers, the songs on your skin with the melody of twilight, the memories you pile in my lungs in greens, the salvation your laughter brings, the scars you touch into craft & for the home situated in your gap-tooth.
8. & I am also thankful for the dreams your prayers led home.
9. loving you gives me museums & art galleries to go when I have to stay away from the ugliness of survival.
10. Anike, like medicine, I’ve taken doses of you to sew the tear on my heart & moist my skin to absorb the lite of goosebumps, I’ve whispered your name as psalm in the dark as I leaped backward to the end of my mother’s voice & I swear, nothing unseats grief in my loins like your vocals, nothing reminds me of flowers like the garden in your mouth.
11. & on days the sun fails to fly, I begin my quest to the sky & back with your photographs.
© Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale