NAUSEA

Jumoke, let me borrow your

Ajani a while.

Ajani your kiss has left me

with only memories that

the rot in my teeth can tell.

I enjoyed every touch

and to show for it, my skin mourns

as it dies in cancer.

I made you my source.

The source of my content.

Yet you still abused me.

Are you not content?

I still have your scratch.

Oh yes! i refused the scar

it's healing.

I hoarded my thoughts of you

and your rotten features very

passionately that when sanity

begged for its realese, i refused

to sell.

Obim, are you home yet?

Or do the streets still lure you

out to seek more unbroken hearts?

I enjoyed your lips Ajani each time

i sucked it while we kissed.

I am perplexed though that

all i have to show for that enjoyment

are cracked lips and rotten teeth.

Ah! another has just found it's

way out.

Soon i will have nothing to show

for my ability to chew, then all

i will be able to do is to suck and swallow.

Ajani, you took my bite with you

but i will never want it back.

I have not left you Ajani,

but i shall, soon i shall so i can die

in peace.

Of course i will die soon

yet you wo'nt be set free

because my bedsheets will bear

wittness to our affair

our love story is still written on it.

You forgot me, i will forget you.

After we forget together, your face

will still be imbeded in my eyes.