Late Night
late night, our hearts ticking, the crickets outside
play the the drums of their lives
the candle by our bedside flickers, flickers
billie eilish in the background, in the red background
swears she knows us
i can hear your breath rubbing against mine
your breasts flattened against my chest
what’s on your mind at this moment
wetin dey bother you?
i just dey grateful say i dey here with you
i press my lips against your scalp & say nothing
silence, like a priest
baptizes the child of our want
desire, peeled like a lime, tasted & tasted
outside the bedroom door, Lola scratches the door
her paws a muse, a music, a memento
are you gonna go get your cat
oh, he just wants attention
fine, he can come join us in bed
he’s probably going to purr into my dreams
in the silence that follows, our lips touch again, again
our bodies, our bodies, everywhere
Lola sleeps like a child, like our child
the crickets hurl the song of their lives
at the window
after,
silence, like an afobaje, crowns our sleep
