POETRY

And that evening I saw the Lake. Let me not lie, it was Ganvié. 

And the reflection of the blood orange lights on the tremor of the water.

Scrubbing tresses of indigo as an ensemble of white adorned dancers floated around me.

Their dome adorn with my name, chanting, as I walk above the river myself, the seer of all nations. 

draping my body, and as you pressed your thumbs on the palm of my nape,

I tried to remember how you use to smile whenever I saw your face.

See, I tend to hide the best part of me in the depth of my prism.

The intensity of your trauma ripped appart and laced as cloth on my back. 

Shreds of a story that I might have heard from yours and other’s mouths. 

Maybe I'll get a chance to recite how I was lost in your desire for me, lost in a fantasy with you. 

Suddenly, I see myself walking above the floating peonies, deep blue.

I’m alone with you and you’re alone with me, 

The murmur of desires unresolved and unfulfilled. 

As Agoue and Naete storm the water to give way to their beasts. 

I follow them ; a triton, a mermaid going back to the sea.

I can’t say what I need to say without breaking someone else’s heart.

In the garden of my love, grow petunias of care. 

Watering myself daily to not dry up under your care. 

You ignite something in me that was long lost. 

Seer, should you empty your lung to allow me to breathe ?

Better, under water, in your care.

Wiser.