bring the measuring tape,
the pipette and the hourglass.
let us measure love,
grain by grain, mounds.
let us measure along the solitary river,
while white birds flap their wings,
measure along the waterline,
the wild blue of the rocks. love in all its colors.
against the sun. against the shadows.
in the chaos beneath the blue mosque,
in the pale light of the lanterns,
among the dim forest trees. anywhere.
in haunted graveyards of sahara,
where ghosts whisper
the last remnants of time,
measure the sighs. moans. stains.
stretch the lace tape
over the welt on the earth. note it down. six feet ten inches.
measure the width. the lump in my throat.
let’s measure its quakes, its
profundity and form
its orgasmic squirms, its
canvas as it azonto upon irises, icicles
upon lips and labia
count the grains. each shiny grain,
with names trapped on them.
count it to the numberless number,
stained in sweat, soaked in sorrow.
measure it, its
altos and sopranos, in symphonies of the haram
bring the pipette,
count the drops,
the juice from the heavens,
count it to the last trace.
let us measure love.
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About the Author:
Redscar McOdindo K’Oyuga (@RedscarMcOdindo) is a medic, writer and chaser of dreams. He writes in both Swahili and English. His work has been published in the Mandala Journal, KUT, Jalada, EXPOUND Magazine, Praxis Magazine, Lawino Magazine, Breaking Silence (a global poetry anthology), BEST “NEW” AFRICAN POETS 2015 (a poetry anthology) and Babishai Niwe Poetry Foundation’s Bodaboda Anthem and Other Poems: a Kampala Poetry Anthology, among others. His Swahili poems (mashairi) are published in Taifa Leo and/or Taifa Jumapili, Kenya’s nationwide Swahili Newspaper. He is a winner of the Fern Poetry Prize and contributes to Hivi Sasa Magazine. His work has also appeared, or is forthcoming, in The Fem, Gnarled Oak, assorted newspapers and other poetry anthologies.’