Songs of Anisha
“In Heaven,”
by Adebayo Akinloye
there’s a rhythm to your love
the gathering cumulus strutting
to the clubhouse of enchantment
there’s a rhythm to your love
that thoughtful tongue that tunes in words
in light showers
that comely chill that clouds our multiverse
there’s a rhythm to your love
that sun that rises that shines
not in negation not in protest
a conflagrating contradiction
it is not
there’s a rhythm to your love
that irradiating fusion
that passion that pacifies our panicky persons
there’s a rhythm to your love
that you and only you can create
that creation of passion without deflection
there’s a rhythm to your love
that began and shows no beginning
that has not ended and shows an ending
that impels us beyond our leaning
there’s a rhythm to your love
the striking flashing frightening lightning
and the thunder that tongued in mellifluous voice
a love song compiled and produced in heaven.
my fears are my self
unshared soul divided by self
self-shut self-hidden self-sold
in dungeon of nothingness
in cold blood of sudden cessation.
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