To make sparks,
If you will hide me within your fur after you
may have crawled out of your skin
that sheltered you,
Only then shall I take you
within my cave to light the fire for you again.
Together we will sit and watch
figurines jump out of walls,
Much to our merriment
To do a dance
The dance of flames.
I shall rip my fibula from its joint,
Scrawl lines with my clavicle
As long as I don’t run out of blood
If you can walk on veins,
Let me gaze upon your heart and lungs and stones,
I shall write a poem for you.
©Agunbambaru
Poet’s Bio: Agunbambaru is a songwriter, poet and secondary school teacher living in Oyo State. Apart from writing he enjoys dancing to the afro-latin sounds of Cuban salsa in the evening and listening to Nigerian folk music in the break of dawn. As an art enthusiast who read a lot of black poetry growing up he is bedazzled by the sound of the talking drum and waving of palm trees.
Such a beautiful poem ..Words just flowing free 😍😍😍loved it …