Love

Alloyed

Love poetry, with literary hoops.

Let our eyes brighten. as they, together, dance.

Let our thoughts hum. to a synchronous rhythm.

Let us hear our scents. like the natives say.

Un-apart.

Ici. Maintenant.

I once said, Wámiwálé, Dúródèmí.

Come find me at home.

Wait for me there.

Now I say, Wámiwábí, Dúrótìmí.

Cadence

In rhythms and blues.

Our conversation is a motley. There is seldom time to go over any gist from “A to Z”. We hop from topic to topic in an unrehearsed yet familiar cadence. The cadence of friends.

Rain, Rain, Go Away

An “auditory” story.

Rain

Happy Married Life

The gate-crashers’ soliloquies.