II
Your eyeballs mooning in the sunset’s flood Rouse me to their heat and fire. What a tangled night out!
Wild and ripe and harsh Your ear-splitting rumblings roar still:
Why are you staring at me? Just go, don’t get me uptight, Chiedu… What do you want, really? You want to blame my temper You’re not the first boyfriend I have who…
Wild and harsh Your swift outrage feeds this moment-
I flood myself with its odours Of prophecies lost.
III
Now you’re amidst the Delta-I have criss-crossed Absolute nightfall inventing rivers…
Between the furling and unfurling Of a sail to your body’s borders I keep predicting the moment of salt communion As winds flow into winds at the mouth of rivers
At Catharina’s nuptials, a December ago Ogwashi-Uku , embroidered, half full of dunes Decreed keen aches for rivers and for you And the camera kidnapped us in a brief embrace
Now Ibadan tastes of fictive Thursdays. A thousand maidens mimic you uttering no caress Obie, your myth-dissolving eyes flow into my song’s hour I keep seeing us clasping and unclasping in the kissing the creeks…
IV
Joy
Be my metaphor Be my life. It spins it’s true
We know twilights We know the blaze `We know longing’s
Very sound- Every pulse we boon Every pitch Hitches the pain Between yearnings And you And me.
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SENTINEL POETRY #29, Online Magazine Monthly, April 2005, ISSN 1479-425X |