The things she says to me
I hide in stones.
Opal, sapphire, etchings like
Eyes are the inner light of prophecy.
Let me be Orpheus. Sculpt O out of Oma
My woman is in the other room
translating Swahili into silence.
The alphabets curl like loss.
The vowels yodel, they open like the love of a child.
The things I say to her she keeps in olive
or wind, rain or the cities of my skin as they
open like the
love of a child.
Gbenga Adesina is the author of acclaimed poetry chapbook, Painter of Water.