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.