By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale:
Butterflies- Day 25
Love, Music & Goosebumps
your body is yours until you place a lover’s name on your tongue- Hauwa Shafi Nuhu
or somewhere between your breast where the
night slips the world into an infinite abyss.
& it’s always boring listening to your
shadow whisper love to your ears,
I’ll rather lodge my body in a heartbeat & let
its gaseous music rest on my skin as goosebumps.
maybe we were never meant to own our bodies
cos your voice is a battle I never won,
-the way it covers itself in a language
that shuffles bliss, blues & butterflies.
maybe we were never meant to be
beautiful only in the eye of a mirror,
the way my scars unlive torn stories
for the beauty of broken arts in your eyes,
even the way you add salt to the taste of my sonnet.
maybe we were never meant to bloom alone
in the open & close corner of our hearts
without a hand tending our leaking wounds,
a soul wider than our worries,
& deeper than the depth of our darkness.
maybe love was never meant to fly
without our hearts coexisting as its wings.
& baby, maybe there was never meant to be me without you.
© Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale
Undiluted Poet
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