With you, a thrill of frigidness turns me on like a tickling in the waist. The dandelions in my throat reverberates your name. & I won't
be relieved of this shuderness soon. I mean
to say you live inside my head. The reason your gaze
pommels me into another world. I dream
of a walk with you, to pluck a sunflower by a
boulevard & slick it in your hair & feel the ray
of love gleam from our bodies. Each night,
my body unlatches a canoe of longings. Let the
home of your heart be wide open, still as I journey
soon, forthwith. Because whenever we spread our
mouth into a chatter, time kills the moment between
us. & yes, I keep envisaging a world of us where the
eyes of the bigger world is shut out. This aperture on
my skin expands consequently the demarcation between
our bodies. I remember the solemnization of our words,
your teary eyes that day but we never imagined this blank
space would deflate all that we had. My love, feel the turbine
of my heart still spurting our love. & to say that no day
passed without thinking about you.
Emmanuel Ojeikhodion writes from Benin, Nigeria where he's currently reading for a B.A (hons) in English and Literature. He typically writes about the dark. When he isn't writing, he prefers listening to Blues & parading the street of Twitter reading stuffs. He's been published in Rigorous, The Augment Review, Capsule Stories, New Horizon Creatives, The Rising Phoenix Review, Pangolin Review, Ninshar Arts, African Writer & elsewhere. His micro-chap A Loss in September is forthcoming in Ghost City Press (Summer Series 2021). Say hello on Twitter @hermynuel.