For Him

When in April 2013 Her soul fled... ignited Like a car engine... Still, he steered hard on her timid face Oh passion mixed with tension Even at a Praying Ground? On her, he kissed with words Making her dance and say 'cheese' Into her soul like showers of waters Penetrating her resilient heart With words, rhymes and signs As such..she scattered her Brazilian hair At every little chance, she, of his name, chant Even in the belly of struggle she lept in bubbles with jumping smiles Wow! the - vocally endowed! Little wonder,that feeling of 'Somehow' Caress the walls of her pointed nipples As she murmurs ...With a loud silence. Painstakingly combing a breath of fresh air In and out of her very unique nostrils Like a helpless lamb in the altar ..Curling the angered joy of distance. Words, rhymes, massaging rhythms To the veins in her flowing blood Back, front, left and right Signalling at her swelling "Kinni" "I will never let you go..." The song she sang with a resounding bang Ko-La 'wole' come in to stay, stalk me today Into the bottomless deep of my sweating "Kinni" Cos from 'Maba, she, in irony surrender,' Her head, her shoulders, her feelings, her soul Like they've long belong To Bankole Kolawole, her funky, naughty Lover. (NB: Maba is a place along Lagos-Ibadan Expressway, Nigeria) "Kinni" literally means "something".