By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale:
ÀNÌKÉ- Day 15
The Art of Love
the night your pain was full of yeast,
you stretched my elastic voice to a being
at the other end of your bed, say it feels better,
say it barricades your tears from falling,
that is the thing with love, how the heart
understands the dynamics of presence,
how the mouth spreads goosebumps in a kiss.
once, sadness took a quantum leap into my bone,
everything I touch groans & withers till I touch your
love & it feels like touching the hem of God’s face.
twice, I reached for your laughter at the
middle of the night & peace took the place
of dead memories lurking my corridors,
do you not see your hand is a magic wand?
even in my thought, your touch changes everything,
that is another thing with love, how it
completes & make whole, how it walks into a
strange place, clean the cobwebs, lighten up
every corner & turn it a familiar home.
look, the night is flowery with room for two,
come, lost me in your eyes & find me at the
intersection of our love & ninth cloud.
© Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale