The night was warmly silent
And the colourful birds asleep
On the tree below which the blue river flows
And the rabbits in their corner cages
Savoring slowly the sugared supper served
When you freely pledged me your eternal being
And we joyfully drank excessively
From the intoxicating ocean of love.
Oya, keep that smile
Hold it there
Let the whole world behold it
On your face its abode made
That perfection of creation
With contours that form just right
And features that make nonsense
Of the brilliance of Da Vinci
The sight of which transfixed me
In the cold room of that signal weak café
Where we met and destiny was made
For all eternity
And she said yes, I will
Just like in the Ulysses of crazy Joyce
And with that my love
Gingered me with her scintillating chord
Oiled me on, to weave for her
Steamy verses of unalloyed devotion
For a darling deposition on her person,
And rhymed rendition on her soul-
Beautiful baskets of lasting joy.
We didn’t plan to change the world
No. We do not want to alter their way
We just wish to reap where we sowed
Viable seeds of rightful love
And drink from the well we doggedly dug,
Uninhibitedly, unlimitedly, unconstrainedly…
Without a single strand of remorse nor of regret,
Without induced acrimony or man-made struggle,
Honeyed water of entitled happiness.
Calculate the distance between now and then
Can you estimate the time between then and now?
Do you even know what then really is?
And what in Einstein’s name is our now?
Are you mystified yet? Perhaps confused?
That’s our love; mystifying those who refuse to see.
This talk of time and length; of size and things
This jumbled discourse of right and wrong; of norms and its dislikes
Are as relative as the skin of the sky
Is it blue to you or white today?
Perhaps it is black in Blackpool
Or parsimoniously brown in Braga
Who knows for physics sureness?
Who cares for description reasons?
We see what we allow our senses
And so our love, my dear
Is what it is: Love.
Of which we have little control over
People will see what they see
Reasons and cries change no human heart fixed.
In your last mail you questioned
Who it was that swept me away
Like Sahara transports the weightless sands
And feeble pebbles for mansions in Maiduguri
And the way maiden Juliet hijacked Romeo in the old books
It could be likened to Galileo’s shock to the Roman church:
This is the reply, kid-brother,
Relish it like those dawn cherries we gleefully chewed.
Rays of light we were schooled
Are of differing spectra of wavelengths
All converging to give the illumination we enjoy
And in that illustrating light
You will see Arinke, the timely princess God gifted
With her several spectra of perfect lines
All in incredible consonance and peerless perfection
Portraying a fineness so profound inside as outside
I wouldn’t lie to you, Jibola
Adedoyin is the epitome of all things graceful
Radiating magnificence like the great Eiffel tower
Should I tell you of a construction so breathtaking
In its utter completeness and sterile faultlessness
And attention so absolute to all engaged details?
Should I tell you of this enviable monument?
**The names in this poem are fictitious (or so the poet would have us believe)