love

Lady in the Blues

This town is a song about you.A symphony of measured beatsmeandering through the dead-end streetsand winding paths down memory lanethat echo with a known refrain. The ringing notes of drawn-out nightsand cymbal clang of booming fights,set off by your all-too-short fuseto paint me in the shades of blues. Old lyrics haunt the faded corners,calling out…

Stranger, Stranger

In truth, it starts to ache at times, the wear and tear of all these years, stripped and laid bare eventually. Anchored first by steady hands, rough sand smoothed into blinding gems and stems that flowered beautifully. Was it then we learned to lie? Shiny words of trust and submission as we buried the truth…

for love of butterflies

In order to loveI have surrendered the part of myselfwith the softest and most delicate skin. A simple touch will bruise, andif the nails are sharp they caneasilytear it apart. Mine isa prayerwhispered quietly intomirrored hands. Yours isan explosivebursting with the potential toscatter me.

The Love Eaters

Dear friend, you are the Love Eaters, you that do consume it. That see the entry and exit of blood and breath, the coming and going of life and death as waste if performed in the absence of a lover’s face. (From the start, were the spaces between our fingers set apart to make us…

Funmi

I first met Funmi when I was fifteen, in my fourth year of secondary school. My parents had been separated for two years by then, and I’d returned from London with my father the year before—someone I hated with fervent intensity. I loved my mother dearly, however, and I didn’t want to burden her with…