For River Girl
like the daughter of Osun yearns for the soft song of the river at noon,
i yearn for you
mountains and seas away from you, i'm a planet that's lost its trail
a jazz player away from his piano,
your body, the stretch of miracle my hands crave to touch
on facetime, i drown in the sweetness of your voice
your image on the screen is like Osun showing up on the Yèyé's bowl. a wonder
we bury the distance as Ain’t No Sunshine plays in the background
and when sleep descends on the lids of our eyes, we play pretend
i'm in your bed in Igbokoda
we're tangled like Opẹlẹ beads on the tray of divination,
doing things lovers do on silent nights