I am stuck between a biology of wants
& desire, that I grow into a tunnel full
of voices & echoes
My first woman told me in my early age
that girls are gods & orgasms are songs
of glories
On a night a bee descends on my balls
I become a microphone twirling verses
& amplifying the gods’ whispers
My last sojourn to the shrine of honey
I seek the tutelary goddess, carving
Strength from my firm bones
After rhapsodies, I realise that the bee
that spawns, that licks, could bite men
into pains & pulses
Babatunde Waliyullah Adesokan (Toonday)
writes from Oyo State, Nigeria. He works with Firstbank. He is a lover of poetry and of everything that breathes it. His works appeared in Pangolin Review, Calamuss, the QuillS, Wales Haiku, Ethel-Zine, etc.
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