.
You're correct when you say you don't know me so well
And maybe you are right to have doubts
But if you could give me just one weekend
Heck, just one rainy evening
Then you would see me in a new light
Let me search for home in strange places
let me show you parts of you in unexplored crevices, that
you never knew existed,
take up the task of unearthing sides to you
that you are yet to run into.
.
Ever had someone tickle you
from seven hundred kilometres away?
What would you do
if my mattress suddenly spun
on its axis, defying
humanly possible projectiles, and crashed
into your wallpaper-decorated bedroom?
.
Let me touch you in ways that
would make deep breaths in Lagos
cause hairs to tingle in Abuja,
let my middle and index fingers cause
chemical reactions in parts unmentioned,
let me make use of the
training imparted by my mother, and display
politeness to the layers
of that skin you were blessed with.
.
And when you analyze objectively
what do I do with all this, what do I
do with all this passion in my veins,
all this cliff-edge desire, all this
soul-reaching want for you?
.
Let hairs sing, and let thighs clap
The small of your back
won't caress itself
and from the look of your nails,
I perceive that they yearn for brown surfaces to dig into
So let me search for you with
the tools I pray with, that
in finding you I may give thanks,
kneeling at temples built with pink walls.
