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We Keep our love
In little pockets
As Honey bees,
We glow like Fireflies
In the summery evening
Of the Nigerian rainy season;
Loving you,
Is beautifully easy.
In soliloquy
I delve into the depths of myself;
Weird,
To see yourself within yourself
And realising
No reflection is more true.
Walled by gates of emotions
To which someone else
Possess the keys,
She unlocks and locks them
However she would please
But that's no bother -
Pretty please,
It makes a well-formed tease.
Like Chai
Silky, rich; smooth & soothing
I'm ready for this beginning of no ending.
Even in the distance
And tempests to withstand
It all simply makes me understand
Like the snail and its shell
Nothing is more beautiful;

O.re. o.kan mi (the friend of my heart)
E.ni a f'o.wo. o.la ke. t'o f'iwa s.'e.s.o. (one nurtured by the hand of wealth but who is beautified by her character)

Than knowing together,
we still stand;
Today, tomorrow and always.

15-Aug-2016
Fimisola-Samuel

The way

The way you make me smile
I could walk a million miles
feeling nothing,
but butterflies all the way;
as they run along the bougainvillea,
in my belly deep.
Their vibrant colours
the way thinking of you makes me feel,
in the dreamy state of pastel colours
one day we seal
and the other, we open,
with a kiss good morning.
Beautiful hues of purple
as the morning shimmers
with stolen reflections of you
mottled across the room,
black, sheep fine wool for a crown,
alluring scents of a jasmine bush.
Imperfect lines,
that make for beautiful curves
your lips form an innocent smile,
you like the way I feel,
tumescent.
How everything you are,
you share,
and how you deeply care
beyond the realms of the good, bad, and ugly
if I lost all sight
not even in the dead of the night
will any star, outshine you.
O.re. o.kan mi (the friend of my heart)
e.ni bi o.kan mi (the person like my heart)
No one else,
brings as much calm and joy  
the way that you do.

Happy Valentine's beautiful.

Fimisola- Samuel
1/15/2016

Surrender

We dive into controversy
A deep divide;
Conurbation of trumpeting rioters
Housed in a heart reduced to smoke,
She speaks;
Her words make you choke.
As you try to finagle freedom
You watch yourself,
Debased below the nothingness
she at the very least, thinks you are.
For a moment;
You die,
And as she rains;
You awaken,
and of all the noise in the air,
Nothing could be more mordant.
So you endure a couple more lines
Resolve into the safety of your silence
She finds it deafening
No, no; unsettling
She forks out some more
And somehow you manage to think;
Had she been more passionate
When we fuck;
She, the venom of your life,
must not know this thought.
Yes, she; the love of your life,
She walks in & you surrender.

Fimisola-Samuel
5 May 16

Kween

Round lips and thickened hips

sheep fine wool, silk strong

a befitting crown.

The broadened bridge

that hold down fire and brimstone arms

endure struggle, embrace peace.

Bright brown windows

the infinite depths of her soul

Love, lies, fear and hope, she's seen it all.

The bubbly pears, 

many rivers of tears have flown

nourished many lives, the art of his comfort.

Parallel gates of dravite

The pathway of blissful pleasures

the gateway for an unending continuum.

Indeed black; skinned, an envelope of:

Fierce, power and fluid motions  

in every bit inimitable, in every way Queen.

Black and woman, as perplexing as may,

in the simplest of terms:

she's beautifully woman. 

- Fimisola Samuel  

5/24/2015

Precious

The eargasms 

I prayed wouldn't end,

as your heels kissed the floor - 

a quick glance 

and my eyes,

greeted by your svelte self.

I feign no interest

the space between us closes

"could you please hold the elevator?"
The unsure authority, 

that made the line

think itself a question -

nothing was more inviting

except the youthful grace of your face

as the brown of your eyes,

met mine.

"Thank you,"

then fractions of a moment pass

trapped in the haunting silence,

there's not enough room for both of us,

Like shrapnel wounds

my mind opened up 

and out it's jagged edges 

I see myself leave.
"You're welcome"
I felt myself return.

And just like a dream

I closed my eyes and woke
and three years already drove by,

there's something too familiar

It's the way you still walk 

the soft Yoruba inflections when you talk

your smile and,

beautiful heart that comes with it.
I'll never have enough words 

to describe simply,

the beauty of what we have -

Precious.

Fimisola-Samuel

16.Feb.2015

  

 

 

 

 

Chocolate Brown

The bliss of sweet miasma
rolling frames -
lost in phantasmagoria.
Images of parted lips
looking into my eyes,
they give way -
to freshly squeezed drops of panacea.
They strut across my cheeks,
jaw, neck and chest,
their gelid nature
flirting with my skin,
I think I might pour.
It provides him nurture
so I stay put,
and as the last drop
rolls off,
he feels the contraction
of tufted skin folds
her diamonds drew nearer
so I pine for more
he peaks through heavens door
she creates small lunar craters.
His desire,
unabated,
by the warmth of the cherubs
he won't stop running
even as he's bound
by the sweet echoes
in the vibrations of their choruses,
he won't stop,
until she's opened the flood gates of his haven.
My hands run down her tousled crown
lucidly black, curly and full
a slight contrast
to the chocolate brown
of her satin smooth sleeve,
a beautiful morning awaits.

2-9-2015
Fimishola Samuel

  

A Bird's Eye View

Is your world a little less plastic?

Dead to your ideologies

Old and rustic?

Or is it much flatter than your selfish mind

Revolving around you and the several like your kind?

That use, reuse, wash and destroy

Never seeking to employ

But all sorts of discrimination and tactical evasion deploy.

Shh...Quiet,

The rugal folds as you watch from above, made of mangroves and hills.

The Cars like sprawling ants of different colours

File behind each other like a line at the till

And nothing is more beautiful

Than life itself.

As Yellow gold drops, pearmeate the atmosphere

Like grating a big fat orange - zest everywhere.

it keeps spinning,

The same cycle everyday

Day after day, we age

Slowly fading away like the green on Autumn's leaves

And I wonder,

What is there to life anyway?

Its beauty that we cannot see

Because we're busy

Fighting wars across the sea

Universally

- Peace,

She is still missing.

And unity has gone astray.

Love, is a stranger in her home

Yet in the land of the brave

Daily fear - our daily bread

Of seen battles within

And the unknown ones

Posed by the rest of the world

That to her remains largely unknown.

Life, What is it worth?

A strange person's penny?

Or the blood diamonds that flirt with our fingers?

Is your world still flat?

Chicago - 17-Jan-2015 Photo by Fimisola Samuel

Fimisola Samuel

17/1/2015