Drown in those eyes
swim their liquid depths, sing praises of
her supple waist
Lose yourself in honey at her lips…
Today we stem the tide of words,
w-a-i-t-i-n-g
for the flutter of wings on
eaves of the future, when we shall say to the storm –
uncoil
Not even time can tame the tales we have yet
to tell
There is a tale lurking
in my eyes;
its beginning is you, and
its end – the lines of your laughter
I would say:
be the union of earth and sky on the horizon
become earth, foliage, sky, sea
But those would only be platitudes,
empty of meaning like my night is empty
of you…
I would say:
lover
But night is a cruel thing,
doubts ride on its wings
I would say:
you
The only truth in my orchestra of uncertainties
I would say:
you
My singular cry to
this deaf night
I would say:
you
My dream.
Olasubomi Olumofin
12th November, 2020
