The Thrill Of It All

Àgbònyín Òrékeléwà,

When I swam against the current of your swaying hips

Rivers in Ìlú Àjàsé sank themselves into a confluence

And who cares about the catastrophic tides in Onírù?

When the bolt of your whines alone can amalgamate a thousand rivers

into a single-drop.

Omo Aláàfin Abíódún,

If Gáà comes to rid you of a lifetime

Tell him I'm the offsprings of Olúkòso merged into one.

And if Parí Olódó comes with an unfit Aso òkè

For your sake, I will beat him hard like a morsel

And stuff him deep into the throat of a famished grave in ìkòyí

For your kind detest unprecedented filth.

Olólùfé,

They say gods have once walked the length of your breasts

So let me consummate my love-print on your heaven's gate.

I want to explore the culture of your ìbàdí

So let me go deep inside you like I'm trying to find a missing rib

Till I dig you enough to bury me.

Olómoge,

I want to hear the deafening sounds of your kiss

As it crashes down around me.

I want to walk through your busy streets and feel the thrill of things remaining unsaid

I want the shrill of your unstirred voice while I take a bow and bend.

I want the THRILL OF IT ALL.

©George O. Victor

Dec. 2018