Tuesday Poem by Olajide Salawu

This moment could pass for nothingness
except for the darkness it shrouds us in
as we sit like contiguous planets
exchanging emotions in liminal spaces
we drink from this spring of immortal darkness

I want to hold your fingers without seeing them,
I want my hands to tap into
the eternity between your pelvis
I want to be Tiresias telling about where our shadows are
the lead on your eyebrows,
the surface of your eyes

so let us stay quiet on this sheet
& terrify each other with inordinate desires,
let us whisper what may be strange in public
& exchange dialogue under this cloak,
as the sun illuminates the
dark continent under the surface where we stand

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Olajide is a postgraduate scholar but his true expertise is in chewing Tilapia bones.