By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale:
ÀNÌKÉ- Day 18
We Die Here
this poem is for the days
our love dashed against a stone
& the spaces between our hearts grows
deep enough to bury soft whispers.
it’s for the words we left unsaid
after micro arguments, after our weaknesses
bumped into themselves in harsh notes,
because we do not know love is sometimes
a cracked wall created to hold itself
together against quakes & storms.
this poem is for the aches we’ve had to
swallow as wings to carry us across borders
demarcating our hearts on spiteful nights,
for the silence we’ve had to break
to keep the music of our hearts loud
into the sky above the world & its wrath.
this poem is for me, for you, for us,
for the potholes that rippled our blood
on the journey to the deepest of our souls.
this poem is for me, for you, for us,
for the tides we tented in a kiss,
lost in the clinking of our lips
in a passion that says we die here.
© Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale
Undiluted Poet
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