Yearning

I yearn for your touch,
Even if, in anger
Or frustration
Slapping me or punching me
But not here, not now.

I yearn for your smile,
To watch with fascination
As a hole blossom on your cheeks
The verbal war we have
Sparing back and forth
In exquisitely woven speeches
The praises,
efficiently disguised in mockery.
But not here, not now.

Even though we’re under the same sky
It feels like we’re worlds apart
So much yearning.
But not here, not now.

©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe