I wanted to be with you,
Now and forever.
But I don’t know when it will end.
Dark clouds looming above us,
The storm is coming.
I smell the end, and like a dirty armpit.
It’s unsavoury.
We shared a heart.
And I gave you my soul.
I’d give you my hearth,
But you chose another role.
I understood your decision.
The whole world was against us:
Destiny hated us.
And the fates spurned the wrong threads.
Till we reach the end,
I’ll always love you!
© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
Even though I could feel the pressure mounting,
And the obstacles are like mountains.
Even though there is conspiracy on the Mount.
And friends and acquaintances of the highest hypocrisy.
Even though I’m filled with insecurities.
And I could feel my blood pressure rising.
Even though your hotness eclipsed the sun.
And your brightness dwarfed the moon.
Even though your suitors are like sands on a beach.
And waves of lucid emotions rolled over me.
Even though an hour with you is like a second.
And each time I keep coming for seconds.
All these and more,
Can’t change the truth.
And the truth is love.
I really do love you.
I looked into your eyes,
And all I see is perfection.
Beauty doesn’t come cheap, and you’re the most beautiful woman I know.
The grace with which you move,
The manner in which you talk,
Your smile, the laughter and the wink of your eyes.
#sophoclesWrites
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
Sophocles Writes