I heard no thrilling seraph when you promised music
but I heard crackling at my side. that wasn’t music

I felt no warm glow when you promised to fan my flares and fuel my desire with raging flames, but sudden darkness engulfed my smiles, covering the night sky with heavy clouds.

when, finally, I heard the faintest sound that had the similitude of music,
it was not quite the rending you’d promised. rather, a break from quiet to chaos defacing the silent moment of solitudinal bliss with rumbles that disquiet my soul. Instead of fire in my bones, you unleashed electricity on my skin,

I dimmed myself so I could hear your moans but what I felt was thorns piercing my skin. All I wanted was your tender (touch?), but at the end was a yelling thunder screaming out vague incantations for downpours, and drenching my scanty furs.

Now I sit alone, beside myself,
listening to my own echoes and waiting for yours to harmonize.

I sit alone, beside myself,
blowing hot on frozen coals and waiting for your spark of lights

In the end I am the one on the waiting
wondering why you’d chosen silence over melodies
wondering when you’d smile on me like twinkling stars
wondering where it was we lost touch of us

30, a collection of poems by Jaachi Anyatonwu
Jaachị Anyatọnwụ
Jaachị Anyatọnwụ is a poet, editor, and publisher living in the suburbs of Aba. He is the author of numerous poetry chapbooks and collections, and the Editor-In-Chief of Poemify Publishers Inc. Jaachị is passionate about discovering new voices and mentoring emerging poets. He is also a fierce advocate for the boy child and sexually molested.

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