Unfuckwithable

She protected her inner world fiercely
like a lioness protecting her cubs.
She wore silence like a cloak,
and liked to cleverly observe.

They tried to take the ‘cloak’ off,
but she politely declined,
and when they tried to rip it off,
she terribly roared.

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Love Business

High class

“I’ll give him one litre of love
because he only paid for one.”

“I won’t call her today because
she didn’t call me for two days.”

“He didn’t reply in five minutes
so I’ll delay my reply a little.”

They dealt in love,
and Love dealt with them.

Unre-QUIT-ed VII

He never expressed it;
he imprisoned the love he had for me.
Sometimes, it would try to escape
through his mouth,
but he would swallow it again.
At other times,
it would try to escape through his hands,
but he would pull them back.
After a while, he could not
hide it from his eyes;
I could see the love in his eyes.
He would shut them tight and look away,
and when he looked back at me,
I would see the imprisoned love again-
begging for freedom,
asking for help,
screaming my name…

Spaces and Phases: Something

“She’s nothing without me.”

You made her “nothing”.
She wasn’t “nothing” before you met her;
you only chose to not see her as something.

At that time,
she found it hard to believe
that she was something herself,
that she still is.
She was very sure sometimes,
and she wasn’t, at other times;
she was so vulnerable.

It was up to you to make her believe
that she was something,
that she had always been something,
but since you wanted to have total control,
you were so afraid that she could realize
she is something with or without you,
and she would leave you someday,
you convinced her that she is something,
but only with you.

You locked her in your arms,
then you locked her in her brain cell.
You didn’t let her become
what she already was- something-
and something more.

You didn’t make her something;
you made her some thing.

Unre-QUIT-ed V

He loved me;
he loved me lots.
He loved me;
he loved me, but.
He loved me;
he loves me not.
He loved me;
he loves me not, a lot.

Killer-Healer

You gave me hands so you
could tell me to keep them
where you could see them.
You gave me wings so you
could tell people to gather around,
come together to see how beautiful
and scarce the wings you bought were.

You gave me three legs so you
could tie a chain on one,
an electronic monitoring anklet on the second,
and a diamond anklet on the third.

You gave me life so I could live,
but not me,
for you.
You gave me life at day,
so you could kill me
as soon as the skies turned grey.

Eclipse: Sky Porn

Yemoja

The sun and the moon made love yesterday;
the moon went visiting without her star-children.
We all wanted to see,
’cause it only happens once in a while.

Yemoja I
They were at it for hours,
so if you see more stars than usual in the sky today
then mama Moon has had more children;
mama Moon “done got the deek”.

Éèpà Yemọja. 👸 Éèpà yèyé ò.

Heartbroken

He didn’t make love for her
when he made love to her.

He came;
he went in.
He left;
he went out.

She couldn’t win;
he has a crafty mouth.
She wasn’t prepared;
sex made her a poor scout.
Her heart was in love’s north,
so he went south.

They made lust;
they didn’t make love.

Self Lust

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michael escoffery

Suddenly, there two of me.
The second me came out of me,
as if I had painlessly birthed her.
She looked more beautiful,
and she had a penis.

Then I, me, the other me,
began to make love to me.
I had never experienced anything like it,
like the intense pleasure that I felt.
I wasn’t sure if I alive or dead;
it was all very confusing.

I Ran to the Water

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“Seated Nude” by Michael Escoffery

I said something “wrong” to him,
and he destroyed the bridge that led to me.
My chances of seeing him again were slim,
so I ran to Iya*, I ran to the sea.

Iya saw me crying by the bank,
and I explained all that I could to her.
I spoke till my spirit, voice and strength sank,
and she stated that we had both gone too far.

She wiped and erased my tears and fears;
she put honey in my mouth and put me to sleep.
The sounds of frogs and fishes filled my ears,
and when I woke up, the last thing I wanted to do was weep.

*Iya: Mother