Thoughts about your luscious breasts
Are being interrupted by stupid term papers
And I cannot sleep
So I imagine your arms around me
Till I drift away hovering
And with wings mount unto heaven
No not the supposedly golden one
Rather the silvery white residence of Obatala
Where he humors me a great deal
Where are your bones?
See the human bone is a scaffold
With life coursing through its center
But I-I have death in my bones
And I am not a man
What happened to your bones?
When death threatened to swallow all I
Held dear I forced an embrace and let her
Dwell in my bones till there was nothing
Left I swear I did it for love
Was it love or fear?
I beg your pardon?
Who is the better poet?
Definitely not you
You immoral capitalist
You who slice open your body
And fondle your own organs for sport
Or do you not prostitute your feelings
For admiration dance shamelessly
Sharing your bile with the world
While death makes a feast
Of your people do you not sit idly
While they ordain a despot?
You sir are no poet!
You are not even a good lover
I may not be great but
Didn’t you abandon your people
To save yourself or did they not
Love you did they not tongue
Your white apparel clean
With their adulations do you
Even love them?
To love is to cede everything
To cease to exist and become
One with desire
What would you give for this desire?
See my lover is poetry
How her lips invite me
To nibble on her rounded protrusions
& lick up words off pages
Between her limbs and chew on ’em
Until language breaks into oragasm
On the tip of my tongue
Take everything and leave me poetry
What wouldn’t you give?
You can have everything
Save my scapula.
Adeogo Adedeji is a young poet that resides in Ibadan,Nigeria. He enjoys playing chess and reading poetry. His poems are forthcoming/published in nantygreens, Night music journal and pvssymagic.