For H
I stare at the petals, frozen in a jpeg file.
July winds cut through my skin
like the first time we stepped into a night;
arm in arm, your want vined with mine,
your name in my palms, mine in your mouth,
our bodies nestled behind our classroom block.
Sweet predator & lovely prey. The night
in its mercy for forbidden things stretched
its wings to keep us from tumbling over.
The night housed our planting,
our sprinkling of raspberry seeds
& our milking of millets.
The ryegrass sang to our feet,
our breaths: meat and fruit.
Sensuous watchers of a goat fleshed sky.
Half winged angels, cicadas & katydids
listened in on a familiar hunger,
their synth, a botanical response.
I look at this picture till it grows into your spine,
extends a hand & gathers me.
This way I go towards you.
Chiedozie Kelechi Danjuma is a Nigerian lawyer and writer. His essays and poetry have appeared on the Guardian, Rising Phoenix Review, Boom lit, and elsewhere. Follow him on Twitter @kelechi_dozie