By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale:
Butterflies- Day 16
Evergreen
a piccolo lives in your windpipe
& this poem begins with its octave.
a butterfly holds its melodies like faith
every time your mouth produces a saucy sound
-worthy of wrapping itself around my body,
every time your voice unsettles the silence in my soul.
they say love is a ship in our hearts
& somedays it’s at the mercy of the wind,
but ours would tent the wind under its skin
with every chemistry that leaps out of our eyes,
out of our burning desires to become a single body
of water & a wildflower growing on goosebumps.
& somedays this ship drowns like it is floating,
but ours would still float after the weight of romance,
& of the revelation our bodies open to every night
we fight for spaces between the stars.
love is always full of dreams & these dreams travel
along tender paths of our capillaries with beauty,
these dreams are God’s way
of responding to the deadness in our hearts.
these dreams are the many colours
of the sparks that light our souls to freshness.
Anike, & this dream is the way your voice blends
my art & blood into a door before evergreen.
© Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale
Undiluted Poet
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