Poetry

By

Ayoola Goodness Olanrewaju

i am not your wife

i

these were the words i said

to the patched eye of the mirror

in the mourning that fell into my pains…

i nailed you to a thousand crosses of curses as i watched you and your manliness groan into the gentle wind in convulsing thrusts and the sporadic sticky spittle on the lips of the blind pole that parted your being…

you must be one of the fallen angels…

for last night

you soiled the dignity of my woman

and poured me the rabies of a rape piss…

i am not your wife

just an eclipse of a call girl on your moon…

me and you

yesternight…

when quarrels slept into our slumber

and flung us into a distant nearness

my dreams did not sleep…

they stood awake into my broken heart

they frowned into restless moments

hostile and barked at the repose in my eyes…

and i became scared…of losing you…

ii

in a loud silence

i wished the dawn for haste

i chill to see the eye of the sun

to melt the coldness in my bones

to melt our coldness of love…

that we may flow again

in liquid warmth

me into you…

iii

i chill to see the eye of the sun

that we may again remember our oneness

the sacrifice of thoughts on the altar of vows our better and worse…

that we string again in passion

like the hair and the head…

i chill to see the eye of the sun

the sun in your eyes…

Ayoola Goodness Olanrewaju

Ayoola Goodness Olanrewaju hails from Osun State, Nigeria and lives in Abeokuta, Ogun State. He is a teacher of English language and has a B.A(ED) in English from the University of Ilorin, Nigeria. His poems are published and reviewed on poetry sites and online magazines and blogs here. He loves to work with great minds.