If you drain the blood from my body
And replace it with golden ichor
If the hemoglobin turns golden
And my blood becomes jewel
You will still flow in my heart
Your thoughts will saturate my brain
Your smile will dilate my pupils
Your beauty will detoxify my liver
And your bliss will strengthen my bones.
Golden heart or red muscle
You’d always reside in my life
In a garden full of trees,
And humans alike.
A garden dissected by a slow stream.
And cool pool reserved for swimmers.
In a garden filled with wonders,
only one “wonder” stood out:
Towering above the others.
Even more obvious than the *Khaya* *invorensis*
A wonderful sight to behold,
Face so clean and beautiful like sunrise.
And your voice sounds like a thousand birds
A thousand little birds singing joyously.
A million memories make my brain home,
But with you, I always feel at home.
Like the last ember in the hearth;
The last ray of light before nightfall;
You always bring security and tranquility.
In a garden full of beauty,
You are like Eden reborn!
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
If pictures could speak,
This one speaks volumes;
Shouting,
Screaming,
Vocalizing your outright beauty.
Or maybe not.
On second thought,
I think the picture is whispering,
Trying to get my attention.
(and it did)
“hush hush hush” whispers the picture
“Oreoluwa is cute” it said
And I couldn’t argue with the sound logic.
I can’t promise you everlasting love,
But I promise to be by your side till the end.
And after this life ends!
I can’t promise you mansions and machines,
But I promise to treat you like a queen.
And that is an understatement!
I can’t promise you utmost perfection.
But I promise to cherish and adore you.
And love and care for you.
Plenty things I can’t promise.
And a lot of promises I can make.
But first, you have to be mine!
There’s a kind of loneliness,
Where people around you feel comfortable,
Whole and complete when with you,
But the only thing you feel is emptiness;
Gaping hole.
Wide chasm.
Unrepentant cliff edge.
60,000 ft under water.
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
Pierce me with a knife,
I might live.
But a queen spurning my advances,
Find me a cozy 6 ft. underground apartment!
There’s a kind of loneliness,
Where you keep seeing a face,
A face that’s driving you insane,
A face that makes you suddenly violent, and nauseated, and sad, and devastated.
A face that used to bring you comfort,
A face you can’t forget, no matter how hard you try.
A face that was the symbol of hope, and all that is good.
A face you wished you never knew
You promised to stay with me till eternity.
But I made a mistake,
What’s the duration of “your” forever?
69 days is an eternity to a mosquito.
And that was all you gave!
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
There’s a kind of loneliness that follows a man:
The kind that makes him see chemistry,
In a woman with little or no physical attraction.
That makes him feel like a mollusc
Lying alone, empty, on the ocean floor.
There’s a kind of loneliness that follows a man:
The kind that makes him find solace,
In the arms of an armadillo.
That makes him hit the soccer ball grudgingly,
Under the empty eyes of San Siro.
There’s a kind of loneliness that follows a man:
The kind that makes him find peace in herbs and spirits,
Greens , inorganic concoctions and organic solutions,
The Holy Trinity!
There’s a kind of loneliness that follows a man:
The type that makes him want to be alone,
Forever alone.
Six feet underground,
Or forever swimming with the dolphins.
For eternity!
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
There’s a kind of loneliness,
Where you keep seeing a face,
A face that’s driving you insane,
A face that makes you suddenly violent, and nauseated, and sad, and devastated.
A face that used to bring you comfort,
A face you can’t forget, no matter how hard you try.
A face that was the symbol of hope, and all that is good.
A face you wished you never knew.
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
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