Poetry by Reggie Kyere
You lie in the white bed
like the Black Volta.
but turbulent from within.
A mild prod
and your banks will burst.
On your side, the elephant ear plant sits,
wild, like a river plant.
I wade waist – deep
You are warm.
you are steep.
Tell me about the course
of your body, I say.
and place my hand on your breast.
This is Burkina Faso –
you start here.
Then you end in Dagbon, you say,
resting my hand on the crotch panel of your black, lace panties.
Your breasts are rainwater in my mouth.
my worshipful mouth travels down your black channel
And your banks burst. Spilling onto your floodplain
the most beautiful flood water.
You are the Odaw River after heavy rains
as I snorkel in your floodplain with my worshipful mouth.
But your hands are tree stumps
and your thighs are angry currents.
I am irritated.
my mouth is covered in wet silt.
So I swallow you whole
and you cry out,
Knocking your beloved elephant ear plant
to the floor.
Yes, sometimes we hurt the ones we love
when we are happy.
Of whales- Part 2
that love Is not shellfish
380, 000 pounds
like the white handkerchief
that day in August when you collected your phone from the white bed
and flew into the streets
your purple satin hair bonnet still hangs on a nail
Reggie Kyere dabbles in poetry occasionally. He tweets at @ReggieShanti