You smell like sin
I am the devourer
I prey on luscious bodies
I rip veils of resistance
And reap the innocence of nakedness
I make trembling orifices drip
You taste like sumptuous sin
I will prey on you
And pray for forgiveness…
If victory has a body
it would be littered with scars
that can’t quite tell tales of broken bones
&a soul that was once a war zone!
My scars are golden chaplets
around my torso; blood smeared in fingers like
sins slip away, hiding in places palms, thighs.
My body once was a crucifix.
My spirit breaks down at a crossroads
of will and weakness,
traversing fiery paths with barefooted hopes;
a fatal fugitive running into shadows!
My soul is servitude to dark places;
a grin on the face of a burnt body.
and through the valley of death, I’m
a troubadour telling tales, worn out songs.
My smile is a fetter girded on a warlord;
his tears hidden underneath his pride.
a swollen carcass of bleeding blessings;
sweet spirit in a broken body.
Slowly I break out, a strand of light –
a line of crack heralding fragrant melody,
a hatching chorus – spelling beauty
across a sky that had only known struggle.
Adaora Chinedu & Jide Badmus
13th April, 2018