With you, intimacy colours my voice. Even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here’.
The truth is like a lion. You don’t have to defend it. Let it loose. It will defend itself.
close your eyes,
she whispers gently to my limbs
locked round the kola nut tree
(there’s a rumbling in my brain,
but my mutinous heart ignores it)
her face, dark pearls in the night,
are the unfathomable depths of
are filled with beautiful promises
of moments I dreamed…