Ibiang Ayei
@ayeiibiang080407
1 year ago

THE FIGURINE

You blew your charm straight into
my face,
you little wild flower
- the gust of black magic
your chalked lips
whooshed off from an open palm;
From the shrine of a beaded wrist,
to the "cup of skin"
whirling within with essence
- the fantasies of an infatuated man

You got me slaving;
a man bowed to the wiles of a negress's
girl-power;
Your pasteurized melanin,
evaporated by dark arts into the potency
of a wizard's white powder
The chains you held me captive with
- daydreams
lasting over an hour,
so I couldn't get you out of my hair
- a Rapunzel
still stuck high up on the tower

I stood hypnotized,
bearing the seven chromatic rings
on my eyeballs
The sorcery cursed into the witch's wand you held;
The epitome of beauty you upheld;
The mould of perfection you were sculptured in
- a flawless body framed beneath a goddess's head;
A figurine hewn and possessed,
you got me

With those pretty fluttering eyes
Those cunning little smiles;
Those lips dipped in potion,
incanting a shamanic string of lines

You pricked me, you thorny little rose!
You lonely stalk I cradled
with earth,
nurturing you with these hands soiled
in "love",
proving to doubters that indeed mutuality grows;
With this same heart shredded by passion,
eating me up to just
lean skin drooping over broken bones

Lonely little Rose,
your amulet has worked its magic
this time;
The talisman you hid behind your waist;
The clay smeared
beneath the lid of your left eye;
The voodoo you enchanted on me,
the full moon
bearing witness to the covenant you made
on the altar of this shrine


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Written by: Ibiang Ayei Okoi
Tuesday 20th July, 2021.
6:12am
#Aï
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