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CALL ME HOME
Shield me in the freezing warmthOf your body.Hold me.I pray you, hold me!Call me home, call me,To the serenity of your bosom.Let me into the darknessOf your mouth.Fill me.I pray you, fill me!Chariot my soul to safety. Web me in the freezing warmthOf your body.© Olaitan, Maryam Mojisola
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ILE WA
Our home is a market square,The jerusalem of wares and idleness.Our home is a broken calabash,A shame to the gods and palm wine. Our home is a playgroundFor sons and bastards,Whose dusty gossips are not farFrom windy ears.With tattered baskets,Our mothers journey their hypocrisiesTo the heart of the village,The zion of busybody birds.They rebrand their wrappers,As their sanctimonious soles…
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WHERE THE GROUND BURN LIKE HELL
People, mostly women in their prime, are seen in tattered clothing to mourn their loved ones. While wearing tattered clothing for mourning was a norm, Salamatu wouldn’t go with the traditional. She dresses up like royalty and treks barefooted from her house to the cemetery. She sings and dances round the headstones of her son and her husband. This began seven years, three months, four weeks and…
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WHERE THE GROUND BURN LIKE HELL
People, mostly women in their prime, are seen in tattered clothing to mourn their loved ones. While wearing tattered clothing for mourning was a norm, Salamatu wouldn't go with the traditional. She dresses up like royalty and treks barefooted from her house to the cemetery. She sings and dances round the headstones of her son and her husband. This began seven years, three months, four weeks and…
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RUSTED PETAL
I am…The battered treasureIn your weeping hands,The cold voiceBeneath your pounding chest.I am the crushed petal betwixtThe twin-pillar you visit at dark.The rusted organ that births elegic sonnets.I am the nightmareThat graces your morningsWith soiled facesOf ugly epistlesThe shaded picture that falls offYour cracked wall.The hueful palm that strokesYour backyard as dried whips.Now…I am the…
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CANKERWORM
Sliding in like balm on wounds,Soothing, blowing air like mice,Yet, eating deeply, slowly.Soothing, blowing air like mice,Yet, drilling deep into wounds.Defiling consciences, gulping values,Slowly, slowly, then faster.Sucking the broken,Milking the upright.Eating deeply, slowlyFrom top to bottom.Fleshing out into legionsFrom bottom to top.© Olaitan, Maryam Mojisola
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PAPER SET TO FIRE
On and on, and on,We run in circles.Feelings. Laughter. Faces. Sorrow.Temporary phases.When the Nightcrawler comes,Like paper set to fire, life burns away.Then, we are not here—nor there,Struggling to feel our bodies.
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HOLLOW
Since I, amidst tears,Seek your countenanceAnd find it not,I will make this murmuring silenceA soothing veil For my frail sojourning soul.Farther, farther away will I sailTill I let my soul to faceless jinnIf you find me before rapture,Save my soul from beakless vulturesThat dine on my conscience.© Olaitan, Maryam Mojisola
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RED
Roses are red, And most beautiful on bed.The heart is red.The blood is red.If you,My love,Will give meThe chanceTo paint your erotic body...I will soak youIn red paint,And lace youWith the finest perfumeOf Paris.
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AMÉN
Soft blues.Slumbering lights.Distant whispering leaves Outside the yard.Honeypot incense swirling.Your eyes beholding my bosomAs I tiptoe to the rhythm of your cuerpo.Swelling, turning,Undisturbed, unwavering,On top of you,Chanting my allegiance between your pillars.
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ÀDÙNNÍ
Lilies,roses,tulips,And the rarest of themRemain apprentices to your beauty.Though the stars are heaven's smiles;And the sun's glory stands unrivalled,A gaze at your beautySends men back to creation's age.When you part your lips to web mineIn the soothing darkness of your mouth,Life halts in reverence...
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THE NIGHT
The night... The night naked stars And twinkling fortunes. The night speaks Of dreams and fantasies. The night ushers the reign Of powers and heavenly bodies, Of magic and nightmares. The night echoes The noise of painful pleasure, And the coolness of warmth. The night shelters our evil righteousness. For only the night can harbour Our righteous evils. The night... (First published by Ace…
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BAMBI
Tie me around your neck. Shield me between your arms; Lest I stray from your grip. Spin your waist Round and round and round Till we are lost In lustrous clutches. Let me grace your bosom, While our soles tangle beneath. Let us dance to our heartbeats, Till our eyes taste sleep. And when the certain falls, We will wake to whispering birds. Shield me between your arms; Lest I stray from your…
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