By Mbanefo Chibuike
again. & again
everything broken heals
as a reminder of scents left behind.
the night is held in fragments of prayers
& this is how darkness falls off your mouth
your unfurled tongue knowing the taste of tequilas
& the language of grief is a boy emptying himself into you
your fragile body is a lean canvas where he tries to paint Christ
just before an angry mob resurrects on his bare skin.
your arms are not wide enough to hold photographs
of city walls defaced by the ghosts of your lover -
denial eases grief, here's what it means to love
to return & live in the skin of another boy -
darkness teaches the night holders
to become inscriptions.
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