Ediye Series (I): Ediye Mmi | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 358: EDIYE MMI (MY BEAUTIFUL ONE)

Ediye mmi

ató ke idim áwere ake duk inyang

(from the river you're flowing to the sea)

emptying yourself into me like the river to the sea

drawing me deeper still

into the wetness of your arms

Ediye mmi

I am the fire and you're the candlestick

I glow brighter and you're melting into me

raining sizzling droplets of wax

deep down the foundation of me

Ediye mmi

like the rainbow colours of Nwaniba Water Fountain

you rise with glee and fall with thrill on me,

like tidal waves you wash me off the shore of indecision

into the waiting wings of fluidly passion

Ediye mmi

I love the musicality in your speech,

funny tingle of your accent:

how you make melody when'er you call on me

Ediye mmi

#365DaysOfPoetry

#Pengician #SSA

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