A Poem by Ayomide ‘Wes Oriolowo I sat close to you at the back of the truck.
You watched as my eyes danced all over your body. I wondered who, but us can find love in a forest of camouflages? Who stringed two roses together and watched as they bled on thorns? That was the night we found our freedom. Our bodies bubbled with blood till our vehicle feasted with fire. Lover, I can see even through this film of flames; your little girl holding her plastic fish in a stroller, our boys jumping on the sofa, your arm on my body; right where you left it. your body, slung by the wind.
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Joseph Hope
1/11/2021 10:48:09 am
Beautifully and metaphorically articulated.
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Zion Olatunji
23/11/2021 08:56:03 am
Ohhh so lovely.
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