guilt
on
guilt
foolish of me to think i
can put out a fire with the
wave of my hand. together we
gathered dry woods of lust
moisturizing them with words
you told me my touch
could light a bonfire. curious
i caressed you where sunshine
dread to tan. we made fire
& burned
& burned
& burned
the smoke of our groans
ascending like scattered echoes
into the ears of the gods
until the ashes of us
yielding to gravity, fell back
& i wished, in that instant
i hadn’t admired the red flag
like a toddler would a flame of fire
but rather sprinkled showers of no
on that flicker-to-be-inferno
foolish of me to think i
can put out a fire with the
wave of my hand.
Jaachị Anyatọnwụ
Jaachị Anyatọnwụ is a poet, author, editor, songwriter & author of 'Diary of a Broken Poet', 'Amina', and 'Sweetness'; all collections of his poems.
