Piña Colada by Muiz Opeyemi Ajayi
I don't know how to write
a love poem. I can barely make out
the recipe of a Puerto Rican cocktail.
I do not promise love
songs in a winter storm, only that rum propelled light
headed tipsiness on halfmoon nights.
The full thickness of the pineapple cream
is the taste of your tongue
the night it shared embrace with mine.
The icy blandness of the coc'nut juice
is your off trailing voice
whispering my name in the afterdark. The pine
apple wedge I forgot to add
is our nose tilted sideways
in a fad of half-parted lips.
The umbrella shaped parasol
shields our love from the ever potent
threat of the sunset, as the
slightly slanted straw spells out
our misplaced heart
beats thumping into one
uneven rhythm, our guts
0.00 metre apart at 2 a.m.
on a warm summer night.
& when affection glows at its brightest
the reddish hue of
the maraschino cherry on top
sitting doubtlessly in the milky rum
like love's sooty ass on my drunken heart.
Muiz Opeyemi Ajayi, a young poet and writer, is a fresh Law undergraduate of the University of Ibadan, Nigeria. He writes conventional & unconventional poetry on diverse subjects including identity, personality conflict, but's & maybe's, as well as experiences from living in the Western part of Nigeria. Follow him on Twitter @opendites, Instagram @real_bardboi and reach him on Facebook @Muiz Opeyemi Ajayi