HEAVEN

When the day's broken into night

and the moon pour you cold breeze,

When loneliness sits on your lap

and lewd thirst crawls between your thighs

.

Do not shut your eyes for a movie wish

that my hands pat the valley on your chest

while I thrust into your private world

as would a vulture at the scene of war

.

but whisper me into nostril of the night,

for a call lies the space 'tween us

.

I'll race forth like the shot of sound

to gift you the cloth of my skin

then like a saint on a missionary strait

we will path heaven as lucid beings.

Written & Edited by

Idris Olabisi

Afeez Olajide Oladipo