beloved, i want to walk into this page
sit by your side, have the moon turn us
into spotlights of the dark, pull strings and
play away on this grand piano by heart
meld our bodies into notes and chords
dance to the nightingales’ soft whisper
that keeps nights in harmony.
and at the hour of evil,
when i kneel and face the north star
praying to you, god and woman
i want you to sing of grey clouds
pregnant with salty rain. sing
of dry seasons ripe with orange fruits
and of sky, flashing with longings.
Precious Okpechi studies Biochemistry at the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. His work has appeared in Praxis Magazine, Kalahari Review and African Writer. He thinks there are no better metaphors than the world above his head.