The morning begins
with beautiful whispers of winds strolling by
broken by the piercing chirpings
of bone bored merciless birds.
Your shadow hugs the wall
a beautiful silhouette
she whispers to me;
"Remain within me."
The earth quakes into ceaseless vibrations
I'm drowning
caught between the waves
waterfalls,
swallowing each drop of rain;
she leaves me vulnerable
and it ain't no shame.
The day continues
with the staccato of raindrops against my windshield,
the mellow bassline hum of the wipers
lost in trance;
an unperplexing euphoria
a subconscious refusal
of the beautifully distorted reality
unraveling before me
- Blink,
I too gently squeeze beneath
the warm sheets,
of a rather short 12 wheeler.
I hear the melisma
it's Corrine Bailey Rae
with;
"Is This Love,
Is this love; that I'm feeling?"
Numb,
Is how it feels.
Her pearly brown skin,
wide smile,
and warm hugs
appear before me,
she loves me;
"I love her more"
I tell the nothingness around me.
The day breaks
To the familiar taste of salt;
From tiny rivers I've one too many times drank,
the beeping counts of my heartbeat
Ah! There she was,
drowning in that same river.
She looks at me,
smiling, visibly disturbed.
Nothing could be said
but nothing could be more.
"Stay with me," she says,
like when "within me"
She tells me to stay.
Would have wanted nothing more,
but it was all I couldn't do.
She rubs her belly,
Kisses me and whispers
"You left your seed within."
Fimisola-Samuel
14-4-16
