By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Butterflies- Day 11 A Museum of Grace this poem starts with the gaps in your teeth, -an open door to an endless abyss. my body fell into it & became a seed pregnant with cities. because…

By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Butterflies- Day 10. Songs of Álání -Chapter 1 …Anike, oh ye beautiful daughter of momma Africa, come, sway in my warmth, dance with me under the stars, roll your waist & let my kinsmen watch with…

By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Butterflies- Day 9 & because love is a type of art In your eyes I see my reflection monologuing, It speaks of the many places in your arms where boys disremember the taste of gloom. It…

By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Butterflies- Day 8 Wife Material It always starts with a firefly packed with the aesthetics of the night, finding a skin to perch into goosebumps, before a song stranded in the mouth of evening birds locates…

By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Butterflies- Day 7 Coast of Butterflies I have learnt to live in stories that tell of boys eaten by their longings to be sky-birds, stories where boys do not wait for love to come to solitary…

By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Butterflies- Day 6 Flowers & fireworks there are no charts to love just like there are no charts to light yet seabirds will fill fractured hearts with lullabies & the echoes of heaven’s harp, yet your…

By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Butterflies- Day 5 The Magic of Loving Anike, is it the way our hearts carry thunderstorms from dawn to dusk & not break or the way our chemistry is so heavy & would still float after…

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 &…

By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Butterflies- Day 3 Synchronization the english man said it is the way morning birds are eloquent in the language of dawn nesting from one tree to another in harmony with time, with a song erupting from…

By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Butterflies- Day 2 & the voice said God is love my bone chuckled into a torrent while the voice chiseled out your face out of a wall hard as the wildness of dusk: this is how…