Wednesday, September 23, 2009

From Ghana with Lust

i see her through the key-hole
naked, beautiful-
her fingers caressing the triangle
between her legs
i whimp like a slave!

Now i stand naked in the rain in Ghana
and God's water falls on my head
My eyes shut, sometimes i think of snake
crawling from the roof, hurled from the storm
upon my skin-
But only water passes through the ridge of my anus
tickling my scrotum,
Will history become my semen?
Will i masturbate hatred?
i think of her now through the key-hole
i see her breast, aquiline. Calm


There is a story
in the breath of every pennis
that stands out,
hard, strong, panting like a lizard
oh the readiness of a lion to leap!
Its beyond the dénouement of desire.
Most times its surrealist WAJU
where the lion is caged and become a prisoner,
with no lawyer to growl and bail.


Henry Ajumeze

1 comment:

  1. This particular piece reminds me of a title of a poem I wrote, which I must say is densely sexual: "Through the Keyhole". Because of its sexuality I normally don't send it out. Funny, huh?

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