shutters and photographs

this poetry is a shutter of four:

i. a stray dream. 
ii. an august instinct.
iii. opium. and

iv. solitude.

the room still wears the scent of your skin.

pristine.

it sets me on fire. the fire you only can kill.

i taste the whistling air. it leaves your name
on my tongue.

the photographs are falling.

you fall.

i fall on you. the last is falling.  i save it.

it is you and i.

i save us. (but i could not save us)

isn’t it special?

how photographs hold us. and sap us of strength to
break memories.

how they still the beauty.
of our perfect imperfections. and the blindness of our love.

how they remind of fine mornings. poetry. and the joy that i can
smile like you do.

isn’t it special?

how photographs hold us. like we were never

broken.

this poetry is a shutter of five:

i. a stray dream. 
ii. an august instinct.
iii. opium.
iv. solitude. and

v. love rising in my bones again.

Goodness Olanrewaju Ayoola has poetry in Dust Poetry, Glass, Pangolin Review, Oddball Magazine, Ethel Zine, Hellebore and elsewhere. He is a Best of the Net Award Nominee and author of Meditations (WRR, 2016).