the taste of your nectar is sweet on my lips
shrouding my soul in lunar eclipse
to be made holy with a kiss, is all there is
is all that matters
so when an angel asks why you glow
point to me & offer a eulogy
& I will too, to the sky, to you.
you are more beautiful than the sky
on its brightest days. you command worship
[with a hair flip]: this
is what it means to be divine.
I pant after your shadow, on the coldest days
want to be held [by you], the way
a teenage girl clasps
her pillow while she cries. it is how I worship-
to be an anaesthetic, to silence frayed nerves
with adoration. I also
want to kiss your forehead daily
you know, but that has nothing to do with worship
& all to do with forgiveness. mother
told me, to thrive in love, one
must learn to forgive future wrongs
I know someday, you will step
upon my spleen. will
mistakenly drive a scythe into my eye
I forgive you, I forgive you…
Pamilerin Jacob is a young Nigerian poet. His poem was shortlisted for the Ken Egba Prize For Festival Poetry 2017. Author of Memoir of Crushed Petals (2018) & Gospels of Depression (2019); he is a staunch believer in the powers of critical thinking, Khalil Gibran’s poetry & chocolate ice cream.
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