Abiodun Salako: After the Demise of a Certain Venus

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& today you said/ all that remains of the fire you had for me is a tiny flake of ash
not enough to be absorbed by earth or wet by water

& you said you don’t love me anymore/ or dream of loving strawberry which was
your favourite thing/ and crave for pepper soup which softened your nose into water

& you said you are tired of painting/ on my body/ that all the watercolour you used
had washed away/ that you cannot trace your hands back to the history of my eyes/ lips/years of geographical bones earthquaked

& you whispered me away like the dying sigh of a kettle/ there is no remnant of me on your chin/ like the aftermath of spaghetti again

& you analyse how your own body forgot how I have ever sat in it/ how I have moved those boulders too heavy for Jesus when visiting/ & today after yesterday’s this day/ you send me a pigeon saying you treasure me/ but aren’t treasures meant to be polished and kept

& there are very few things that when dropped do not break on the outside/ I am one of them.
Poem © Abiodun Salako
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About the author

Abiodun Salako

Abiodun Salako is a Nigerian Broadcaster, Copywriter and ship at sea. In his spare time, he daydreams of Eden. He believes poetry, willy-nilly, is the blood of the soul. His works have appeared on Dwartsonline, SpeakingHeart, The Local Train Mag and elsewhere. He writes from Lagos, Nigeria. Reach out to him via Instagram @eddingtonwalter.

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