Poetry Play #59

poetry play penastory

Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji and KJD



Your absence filled the spaces in me with loneliness

I stared at the door and wished you walk in back into my life


I had lost myself by walking out the door of your heart

And this was not the regular “I miss you” people threw around

It was more like a part of me was missing from me.


And every Sunday

I went to the altar

Kneel before the Virgin Mary

Hoping she turns into you

And walk into my arms


If my Mohammed will not go to my mountain

My mountain was to go to my Mohammed

But maybe your faith was yet smaller than the mustard seed

For the mountain of my ego suffocated our reunion


So I decided to speak to the mountain

Via a telephone

Saying “hello” like Adele

Hoping you hear my voice and taste the loneliness in it


But all I could feel with the caress of your voice was my hunger and vailing pride.

Too familiar for comfort, it haunted me, but my lips remained closed.

            “You had not called a thousand times”


I wished you can let the walls of your pride fall

So that you can see how much I love you

But you closed your eyes to love

Forgetting that the best time to close the eyes is when a kiss is about to happen


And I remembered the taste of your kisses that set my skin on fire

My dresses somehow disappearing in its maddening heat

But these walls are Jericho’s alter ego…


I wished you can hear my heart’s hallelujah cry

For you to bring down these Jericho walls of yours

Or don’t you miss the kisses we used to have?


            Do you not understand that I miss you like I’m lost

For we are a part of each other?

So kiss me

And watch the resonance of our famished hallelujah

Of our loud hearts melt these walls.

Watch me run back into your life


Taste of honey

Taste of heaven

That’s the taste on my tongue when touching your tongue

So let’s kiss for the rest of our lives


NB: Poetry Play, a product of Artilogue in partnership with PenAStory, is a game in form of poetic dialogue for every poet on BBM. It is a game of two poets: one drops a line or more, and the other replies, flowing along until one of them gives up, or the poem gets too long. Every poem formed from this game will be published here (penastory.com) every Friday and Saturday. So poets, are you ready to play? If yes, contact Samuel via BBM: 7baa55ae

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About PenAStory

PenAStory is a group of young individuals with a passion for literature who have decided to come together to write under one platform. We seek to educate, inform as well as entertain our readers. Also, because we are targeting young literature lovers, we would like to touch on other interests of their lives hence the relationship category and because we all need a bit of motivation in our lives, we decided inspiration won't be so bad
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