Right from the moment
my eyes were able to decipher
animate things and inanimates
I’ve been in love…
With sounds,
my mother’s nipples,
the sounds of music,
the visuals of dance,
the warm arms that bore me,
and the ones that touched my face.
Since I began to crawl on my own,
feel things with my hands,
get hurt when left on my own,
and respond to greater stimuli,
I’ve been a lover…
With art, words, animals, craft, magic,
the quicksilverness of the human mind,
and little things.
And so I’ve been in love
more than I’ve been heartbroken.
I’ll yet love and love again,
more than my heart can carry,
more than my memory can store,
more than my dream can conjure,
more than my will can match…
For in love,
is a fiery freedom.
Submitted by
Olisaemeka Gerald Njoku
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