arts – TurksonQuills

I’LL LOVE A DANCE WITH YOU

I’ll love a dance with youUnder the moon,With your scarlet lips on mine,Your caressSlithering its tentacles on my body,And your waist swaying on my reverbs.I’ll love a dance with youUnder the embers of the February’s moon.You, yes you, my bride and pride,Your dance, your waist beads, my joy. ©TurksonQuills❣️

WHAT SHALL WE EAT?

Meat and fish, gizzard and croaker,All rolled into one steaming hot and large bowlof hunger as harsh as the sun in Sokoto,And lack that grips us as firmly as a viceas we sing in fuzzy voices: what shall we eat? Rice and beans, egusi and fufu,We hope for some but are fed fullof empty promisesContinue reading “WHAT SHALL WE EAT?”

THAT’S ALL I WANT TO HEAR

I dug till I met the crust of your smileAnd realized it wasn’t mine.You should have told me‘Cos I’ve fallen so much thatI can’t find my way home.Hey, you should have told me. “I wish I could show you the way out,But I love you so much thatMy heart’s jungle wants you lost in it.Yes,Continue reading “THAT’S ALL I WANT TO HEAR”

MY EROTICA LANGUAGE

…but all I need is you.I want to be the one of your everyone,To soar the comfort your duvet gives,To be in reverie when your thoughts flood my mind,To be your desire when the dawn is cold,To be that log your garden prefers in its centreAnd to lick the sweet fluids from your inner lips,ForContinue reading “MY EROTICA LANGUAGE”

BEFORE THE CATHEDRALS

Before the cathedrals,We knew good and evil.Before the cathedrals,We knew the way to our GOD.Before the cathedrals,We knew.What happened to us,Sons and daughters of the soil?Why did we call our sacred land evil?Why did we call our cultural values primitive?Why did we look down on ourselves? We’ve allowed people kill our essence.How do we thenContinue reading “BEFORE THE CATHEDRALS”

BEST DECISION

I miss the way I used to miss you—It was awesome,But it’s all erstwhile now.I’d wished for better.I’m glad I loved you though.‘Tis the best decision I ever took. ©TurksonQuills

LOST IN BETWEEN DAWNS

…I thought ’twas one of the odd days of loveWhere the curls of your hair will walk away from me,And still, respond with a wink.Where dashing for the doorknobWas just a way you expressed anger and disgust—It wasn’t. At least, it could’ve been voiced—this breakup,Or probably said over lunch,But it came with a beep—A textContinue reading “LOST IN BETWEEN DAWNS”

WAILING QUILL

Have you ever seen words That pierce the heart like arrows, Or a nest inhabiting not birds, But a crowd of bedfellows? Maybe, just maybe a yes. I met her on the sunshine of March. Perhaps shining, but she was an angel of mess. She seemed a perfect match With glows of the august coloursContinue reading “WAILING QUILL”