music for Olúwakẹ́misọ́lá. but [my] love is music— it is why there are strings attached. inside my name, a quivering for the purples of my lover's voice. inside my voice, a rattling for the miracles in my lover's body. sing me into a winter groove, hide my name inside the shadows of your music, —o bird of a thousand contralto songs. see—at the end of the road, ants gather to lick your name. beneath the curtain of crescent nights, irokos bow to the sonority of the melodies in your breasts. Kémi, sing till your voice is a clef— something the mouth of every worshipper will learn to carry. I want to know no other hymn, but your body, no other song, but your music.
About the Author:
Flourish Joshua is a Nigerian poet & a member of the Frontiers Collective.
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