Your aura teaches a boy how to blossom into a flower, 

how to wear a new form—one as soft as the body of water. 

This boy,  once solid, has become  a tender delicacy, 

yearning for your taste.  Once fierce,   now still. 

Once astray,  now on track.

Say, I detach myself from this lion’s fur to become a dove,

to lay in the cradle arms of love,  and call you my own,  

call you my home, because home is where

the soul finds its peace,  and you’re nothing short of it.

You’re nothing short of  beauty and comfort,   nothing 

short of peace. So you’re solace,  you’re joy,   you’re 

home to a once wandering boy.

Tonight, as I behold the glory of yours, I verse the universe 

with love songs—yet I fear. I fear tomorrow might differ,

that I may be rigged   of this glory,   and thus,

this boy shall become nothing but a story of forgotten letters. 

But tomorrow is an unborn child,   so I pray,   I pray

the wind doesn’t blow my dreams away.   I pray to you,

my love: do not leave these flowers unwatered. 

Aôndona (D’niel) is a versatile, award-winning writer and arts enthusiast from Benue, Central-Nigeria. He is a member of Hilltop Creative Arts Foundation, Abuja, Oyongo Collective, and an alumnus of the Sprinng Writers Fellowship. He serves as a Feature editor at Pawners Paper, and Editor-in-Chief at Words-Empire Magazine.


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