Belonging | by J K Anowe | African Poetry

i

it is rhetorical
how your eyes
follow the typography
of my feet

how they squint
insatiably like coins
in a fountain
in italy

how they
hold me hostage

a million padlocks
in the sun
binding bridge
to paris

and keys
lost lovers lying
in state
under the ruin
of a setting sea

prisoners
beyond sight
beat and reach…

ii

in a dream
we sat naked
in the fountain

quintessential
figurines
feverish under
the moon’s wilt

in reality
we left our
padlocks unlocked
on the bridge

and God’s only guilt
was our humanitys

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About the Author

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JK Anowe is a Nigerian poet whose works have been featured on Brittle Paper, Gnarled Oak, Poetry Life & Times, Expound and African Writer. He is chronically introverted and also finalizing his debut collection of poems. He blogs at gulliblegimmicks.blogspot.com.