A Way to Write Love

 

On this night
I shed my black skin
On a cobbled floor
And watch it travel
To a box of memories.

On this night
I write love
On my mother’s lap
And watch it travel
Down to my origin.

On this night
I sing,
I sing,
Mysteries like sharp lines
Drawn at my scalp.

On this night
I ask
Why my father wrote a verse
Not written in the Book:
All men shall perish.

On this night
I rend the dark sky
Pour rain showers
Over my head in Solitude,
Naked like Eden.

On this night
This is the way
I write love.

 

N. N. Emmanuels is from Nigeria. He is a writer, poet, avid reader, and budding editor. Right now he is an undergraduate of University of Nigeria, Nsukka.

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