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Sleepless Night

I can’t sleep

And can’t begrudge

The dream that steals you on a whim

 

I can’t sleep

Words swirl in catalogues

Of shapes, tales, and wails

 

I can’t sleep

My doppelganger’s ghosts

Strut in heels behind heavy lids

 

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Of Souls and Shadows

I’m sitting here

In the middle of this debris

Of blood and jagged muscles

Pulsing the beat of the drunk man’s trudge

The demons race

Debating pain and hurt

Whispering dreams and hopes

Madness tethers on this unspeaking frenzy

 

Your eyes tell that story

Of empty bottles and drowned soul

Mine speak primitive tongues

Of broken groans and rising throes

Don’t say tomorrow

That pregnant dream reminiscent of nightmares

No. Don’t shed light

It casts shadows too

 

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Love you. But…

I love you

Really love you. But

I’m done

I can’t do this. Anymore

You don’t hear them

The words

You don’t see them

The tears clogging my throat

I love you

Really love you. But

I’m done

I can’t do this. Anymore

I repeat the words

I need you to hear

The hurt is deep

A knife twisting in my heart

I love you

Really love you. But

I’m done

I can’t do this. Anymore

My eyes lock on yours

Pleading you see the tears

“I will hurt you”. Words. Yours

“You already have”. Words. Mine

I love you

Really love you. But

I’m done

I can’t do this. Anymore

These words

Screams in my head

Not granted passage

Past my unmoving lips

I. Love. You

Really. Love. You. But

I’m. Done

I. Can’t. Do. This. Anymore

You never hear them

The words

You never see them

The tears clogging my throat

 

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Last Night

I was restless last night

My silken sheets troubled

By tangling legs and

Fisting flailing hands

 

I was restless last night

Gasps and moans slipped

Past mind-numbed lips

Tears past shut eyes

 

I was restless last night

Sweat beads popped, strolled

Traced my arched spinal cord

Despite freezing harmattan

 

I was restless last night

Fighting nightmares

Memories of days

Wasted loving you

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February

She waltzed in on black pumps; a sultry woman whose gait glued your eyes to her graceful curves. The immaculate bodycon gown clung like a perfume, and was highlighted by the red signature soles of her shoes: was she a seductress in white, or an innocent lined with crimson?

Her hair was shiny ebony; a luxurious mane with curls that made you want to bury your fingers in them. It was packed in a tight bun that left her face naked, and you attendant to the curious stories it told. Her lips were unpainted, but the lights of the hall danced on the gloss on them. Her pout made you want to dive in for a kiss, yet the curvature told you to explore slowly. The little black mole on the left side of her face -just below her lip- made you want to ask questions.

Had it always been there? Did she know it highlighted the shape of her face that little much more? Had she ever tried to remove it?

It made you wonder if perhaps, just perhaps, you could nibble on it.

Lost in my thoughts, I did not see her until she was right in front of me, her nose so close to mine we were exchanging breaths. Her eyes sparkled, and danced with mischief; two dark crystal balls with flecks of gold that mirrored my face; yet wouldn’t tell me the future. Her perfume intoxicated, so I looked down and found her lips.

“I’m February. Let me love you”

That was the whisper her curved lips let slip.

 

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Waking

I woke today

When dawn chased ghosts

Of dusk

To entwining arms

And a beating heart

I ate this morn

A meal of body and cream balanced 

On jerking skin

Grateful moans of ecstasy

As tongue licked lips clean

I recalled this a.m

Impotent ghosts of dusk

Seeking admission to dawn

Limp slivers of memory

Eclipsed by thrusting orgasms

 

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In Remembrance

For the Nigerian Armed Forces


 

The petrifying smell

Of sweat and gun powder

Of earth suckling blood

Of muddied camouflages

 

The haunting memories

Of laughing eyes

Of hopeful camaraderie

Of slaughter that ended it

 We would never know

The fears you squelch

The demons you own

The mares in your nights

 

Today we honour

Your pride of bravery

Your code of honour

Your blood keeping us safe

IMG_20151112_063013In the struggles of daily living we forget to mention it. And sometimes we meet people who slur the sacrifices you all make. But we remember today, the Nigerian Armed Forces Remembrance Day, and we mention it. Thank you, thank you, thank you so very much for giving your lives so that we, blissfully ignorant civilians, may fulfill our dreams sans fears.

Dear Member of the Nigerian Armed Forces, be you dead or alive, you are most honored and appreciated. #Salute.