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.
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…
Be my metaphor
Be my life.
It spins it’s true
We know twilights
We know the blaze
`We know longing’s
Every pulse we boon
Hitches the pain
SENTINEL POETRY #29, Online Magazine Monthly, April 2005, ISSN 1479-425X