FORLORN; Of boys by Oluwashola Isreal Oluwafemi

Day32

#365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge

Yesterday, we heard four boys fell in between petal and thorn, trying to puck the feathers of a butter(fly).

Yes four boys!

_of a boy:
Who wears the face of a god,
Tongue of sermon, caressing, kissing,
and converting a girl's temple into wet scriptures of romans and solomons

Of a boy:
With the complexion of love
Filling, drilling, the sacred spaces between
our lungs with dark hallelujahs, turning
our bones into jericho and d.u.s.t.

Of a boy:
Wearing the body of the sky, burying his head in between eclipses and hell, placing his soul on a stammering tongue

Of a boy:
With the body of a cobra and rod flipping and planting lust in between a woman thigh, making her the only city that doesn't recognize God -an hell without fire

So i ask myself, How can a butter(fly)
without feathers?

Then sanity repels, like the opposite sides of a magnet-like north from south

Perhaps!
I do not know of erosions or rainfall, but i know of how 'we-men' lose their footprints
to the seashore.

I do not know of love or scorn, but i know
Of how rivers become reflection of mockery to their source

I do not know about death or dearth, but i know how 'we-men'
Live by dying everyday and this poem is one of them

Is it true roses withers too?
and darkness travels faster
than light without a skating shoe?

Oluwashola Isreal Oluwafemi is a writer, born in the western region of Nigeria, a native of ondo state, owo, a business administrator with the passion of art burning deep in him.

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