Sweetness

She held on to the pillow
like a rebel to his riffle
Her trunk cascade down the giant mattress

Then i stood astride-
rear-ward
Her legs in my grip
like Oshodi's wind barrow

Between us was darkness
the shrill of crickets from the bush across the fence
the frightening staccato of croaking frogs
in the nearby swamp
Darkness fills the rhythm
of my rocking hips
And her groan fills my head
redolent sweetness, imitable fragrance
of desire
awaiting the time-bomb
that must explode in our face
and leave us in solitude
like a spent bullet abandoned in Nkpotukpe
years after Biafra


From my neighbour's Home-theatre
Oyakhilome was screaming Armageddon

Oh God!
Let it explode now
Let it burst my derelict soul!


Henry Ajumeze