THE “IF” METAPHOR If my fang pierce through Your lovely shaped backside If my mouth kisses Your petal shaped lips If my hands grab your Firm cone-shaped breast If my man rod slides into Your well-shaped woman hole If my milky fluid of life’s seed Passes through your creation tube If my sacrifice of belabored gasp Of sweaty salty body In increased and racy heart beat Gathering of a sensational flow That travels through the vein. A pathway of inexplicable feel Body hair raised and eternity fade Shoving through dirt like a spade It’s a wonder of nature behold A relieve of a sweet feeling untold If I caress your flowery body To know your humanity Or your womanity The essence of creation Of a world with no limitation An aspiration to achieve immortality A process that defiles gravity Where the body is engulfed in humility Released to nature’s travails Where (wo)man nature prevails If I hide myself from myself To halt the hand of time Reshaping the creator’s plan Stopping the flow the bodies dictate May lead to an unplanned disaster Of unjoyful moan That splits a blooded-heart And crashes a happy soul Whereas a pious hand Will touch the unholy If the sun touches down Beside your activity bed As the night crawls Into the shadow of the day At a time crickets sound their existence And the nefarious owl rules When human spirits buy And sell in another world Transacting in wares unknown Concluding businesses of another life. If jackboot stayed What difference made In our present agbada time A dispensation of grabbing all Where poverty inflicts all People in corridor of power With cerebral defects Living in Abuja instead of Yaba Left Acquiring for their fifth generation Wealth meant for the present situation. (Iganmu, June 2013)
Posted on: Sat, 29 Jun 2013 12:41:29 +0000
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