after Michael Imossan
The night our shadows mixed as we passed in opposite directions,
I couldn’t sleep until I learned the road so well like a language.
I will pass there and pause to perceive which wind will bring your perfume,
that thing that scents like lust. Sorry, I do not mean to look
at the waist of my sin, but earnestly you are worthy of craving.
Of a bouquet. Of a kiss under the music called rain.
I am learning many roads to your heart.
Your friend says you blend well with songs.
Though I croak and not jingle, but I have love,
a voice that draws everything into its tone. Call it soprano,
alto or tremor, just give it your wholeness. I have learned
all the love songs scattered on Google for you by heart
that when next this path joins our face, I shall melt you with them.
That I do not mind the world when they said everything in love
must be buoyant like a feather
because I will jump into you, a sea, and be a stone.
Lovely words, so well presented.
This poem was absolutely beautiful! Love the imagery 😍