LOVERS IN GWOZA
timidly shaking as legs find air from the shackles,
in its unending stir for water
to pummel the cymbals in this winding mouth.
the thirst of this soul, is the thirst for roses on rocky linings
she’s a view from the mountains,
a trembling portrait on a brick cathedral.
quickening in a thousand places i lay soothing words on her table, as i serve a pat as
forming warm words
all i hear is a name
a resurging whisper in this head
khali, khali, please don’t go
stay by me, she beckons
i held it closely to my heart
kissing it with these very lips,
for once, a smile is birthed, as with a baby’s crackle
i love her, as i love this.
we shall build for this a dome.
(Gwoza is a town in Borno State in Nigeria)
i was there
i saw it all
my tears flowed endlessly
it was so peaceful
he turned and asked me
these flowers are beautiful?
i glanced at the vase
all i saw was his gloomy face
the sad innocent looks
saying, ‘stay, here with me!’
in a casket.
he dropped the vase on the casket
walked away solemnly.
Poems © Titilayo Adeoye