I tasted the flaccid only to remember how good the hard felt
Flaccid was like acid , it burnt me , it was never good for me
I remembered sitting on something firm
I was grounded , I was whole
Going back to those hot sweaty nights
Falling asleep to humming mosquitoes
The broken silence of long nights
Yet two souls became one , our never ending story
We hurt each other
We suffer for our own lack of forgiveness
But we have suffered enough
My African Mandingo warrior
Oceans apart
And now, I have learnt to live half a life
Flower in a jungle of unworthy eyes
I blossomed but it was flawed with oblivious intent
I curled up once again, hiding behind the green leaves giving me shelter
I await the day he will swim the Atlantic, soar the skies and ride the black stallion
To reclaim me once more
Till then , I shall live half a life
Knife in my heart
Wife
Studs on my fingers
Life
Crown on my head
The fruits of my womb
Our bond
Returned to us
Our crown
But till then
Half a life
Copyright Nina Fabunmi 2017