Feral Love by Sunday T. Saheed

you know, I once

reckoned it was love.

*

on that auspicious day,

when the lunar moon appeared

*

with two planets by its flanks

—Venus too, Jupiter too.

*

it sprayed butterflies, pinkish 

ones that floated across our cranium; an ecstasy 

*

that limps through my pounding heart

& my pores that swivel sweats.

*

you giggled at me, & the glittering of your incisors

illumed my liaison —isn’t this love?

*

you ran to me, in ìró & bùbá

strapped to your curvy turpentined buttocks.

*

drums of beads, I heard

jingles of the beads on your waist.

*

you hugged me, & that was it,

I thought it was your own share 

*

of the cake I rationed.

so, I jumped off a cliff

*

& foresaw your love would hold me 

back. You brought your hand towards

*

me, & it slipped, & I fell,

my body didn’t shatter, my heart did.

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