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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