when i saw you today, my hands
wanted to climb your body, like vines, wound myself around your heart.
you are sturdy like the Iroko tree,
rooted firmly in the tropical rainforest of my heart. my shoots draw sustenance from you.
underneath your strong branches, i find solace, rest my aching soul on your trunk. you remind my heart to beat again –
cardioverted back to sinus rhythm by the wattage behind your iridescent irises. you will always be
my goddess Amoke, and your body, my temple and my home.
no water tastes like the waters from your fountain. i remember the gurgle of your stream and the rippling waves of your still surface set in entropy in a dance of nymphs.
today, when i journeyed back to the city of holograms and illusions, i carried my remains,
but my heart is buried
beneath your trunk.