FWGE: Things We Do For Lust by Olabisi Akinwale

THINGS WE DO FOR LUST
(Male version)

Across this border is a pathway
Where girls lost their footings to those things men do for lust
Things like hiding behind flowers, music and poetry
To turn butterflies into gardens eating girls
Like laying bricks with devil’s art
To reach the towers of babel in a maiden’s chest
Things like wrecking the silence of dark places
With kisses wrapped in deceitful spittle
Like running into wet smiles
To water dusty faces with goose bumps
Things like riding hearts to prodigal fields
Where the sun is mistaken for the moon
Like opening skins with cuts
To reach the origin of creation
Things like singing with angelic voices
With whore-ly choirs, dressed in jeans and shirts
In a room filled with men whose mouths
Is a grave of lost and broken girls
Things like looking into faces
To break their weaknesses into shards of moan-ful pleasure
Into winds with stolen pride
And into waves carrying sad tales of fate

Like greeting a body
With things that sends red signals
To the veins of boys living in rooms illuminated with blue light
Rooms bleeding menstrual songs
Things like bending and breaking words
Into verses lynching the heart with grey emotions
Into poems carrying the faces of Chibok girls
Who call places they lost the stillness between their thighs, home
Things like slicing God into pieces of memories
That taught us to call anything white, affection
Into pieces of clothes that clad bodies with boys
Who go on exile at the sight of every parted-red- sea
Things like taking turns around flames enclosed in bottles
To burn our bones into the ashes of a burnt lover
To sow hell on our tongues
Nurturing it, till it grows into a baby mother
Things like worshipping the night
With cold reggae and blues
To find healing in sacred mountains and valleys

 

 

THINGS WE DO FOR LUST
(Female Version)

A girl carved hell on her lips
And called it  ‘God’s image’ – it’s one of those things mistaken for love
Things like wearing unweave(d) attires
To derail a boy from his sight
To seeing the nakedness of the moon
And the spaces between the stars
Like calling every handsome things, love
Till it bend our pride into shapeless figures
And loose the strings of whiteness in our eyes
Leaving us with philosophic darkness
Things like gulping salvation
Till it fill us to the brim of silence
Like holding too long to vain words
To build in our heart- a castle of butterflies
Like those verbs that became the action films
Displayed on our bodies- of how girls
Gave themselves as sacrificial lambs
To priests who hide behind prayers to predate their preys
Things like speaking with colourful accents
To make hearts up with sinful-kit
To fake identities to cross borders
To countries filled with Sodomic angels
Like surrendering to the songs
In the throat of men whispering sweet nothing
Men, stranded in the fiction of their lives
And men, whose lives are dictions of subtle poems

Things like searching for love
In rooms filled with brothels
Rooms where hell lives on earth
Rooms plaited with weird and strange sounds
Like h(a)unting a boy in broad day light
Roasting him with cold fire at night
Like finding our beautifulness
In the mirror in men’s eyes
Things like learning the art of carefulness
To dive into love without bruises
To throw our bodies on the bed of dead men
For life, redemption and resurrection
Things we do for lust
Are same things- mistaken for love

 

Biography:

Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale is a Nigerian poet and writer, who hail from Boripe
local government area of Osun State. He is a graduate of mathematics from
Federal University Lafia, Nasarawa state. His love for art helped him find his way
through poetry. His works have featured in various anthologies, blogs and
magazines. He goes by the pen name; Undiluted Poet.

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