You don’t grasp a man
Until he babbles
Like a boy
And whispers his mysteries
Like a girl
Until he daydreams away
In the clutches
Of the night
Till he hollers the name
In the belly
Of his heart
Until he surrenders
His wakefulness
And regresses back
To fetal position
At the gateway
Of slumbers
You don’t perceive a woman
Until her mask
Is smeared
And her mascara
Is smudged
Until she hibernates
In her trance
Till she farts away
With no regard
Until no fragrance
Can rescue the night air
GBOLABO ADETUNJI/ AYOKA
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