Poetry

A Moonlight Poem: by Wazani Ijarafu & Faith Tallam

Image: Russell Adams via Flickr

Image: Russell Adams via Flickr

A MOONLIGHT POEM

POETESS: love is my medication. Be my pills
POET: I will be your pills, take me and get relief
POETESS: love is the music I adore
POET: I will be the music, play me and be filled with melody
POETESS: when I play you, play me too all through the night
Play me like a guitar to the silence of your soul
POET: I will play you like a guitar to the silence of my soul
POETESS: To the sounds of my beating heart
Dance for the night is here
POET: To the sounds of your beating heart
I will dance, together with the moon and stars
POETESS: I will be your sugar-coated woman
The honeycomb that drizzles honey
At the meeting of our lips
This is where the hills meet the mountains
POET: When the hills meet the mountains
Your lips gets entwined in mine
Forming a confluence of kisses
POETESS: Oh! Your love engulfs me
Like the ocean engulfs turbulent waters
POET: I am your river of love, drink me
POETESS: Drinking will span a millennium to feel better
Let me drown and get lost in your waters
POET: You’re my empress and I your emperor
POETESS: Your voice proclaims sweetened love
They’re in the creeks of the Delta
In the roaring of Simba
In the jungles of the Kalahari
POET: Yours too proclaims sweetened love
They’re in the clanging of cymbals
In the sweet melodies of songbirds
In the scentedness of flowers
POETESS: Love me like
Waters kissing oceans
Wind chasing air
Music echoing melodies
POET: If love was in the waters
I will be your ocean
If love was in the wind
I will be your air
If love was in the music
I will be your melody
POETESS: you’re my medication
POET: You’ve taken me
Now sleep in the coolness of the night
POETESS: Goodnight

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A QUEENLESS THRONE

Here I am in this palace
The king sits on a queenless throne
I asked: “has love fled the palace?”
Only the wind gave me a reply
The king does not laugh
The king does not smile
The king does not sing
The king does not dance
The king does not love
And his gentle queen has fled the palace

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Poems © Wazani Ijarafu & Faith Tallam
Image: Russell Adams via Flickr

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