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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