By Ajise Vincent
“she was free in her wildness.
she was a wanderess, a drop of free water.
she belonged to no man & to no city”
— roman payne
she came into my cubicle like a mermaid,
swirling with shadows of seas and ghosts
of torrents. with clusters of stars on the
roof of her tongue — beams of light twining
with conversations, she bawled unto me,
illuming the countenance of my emotions.
i waited for dawn to take a nap at
the horizon of the sea before adhering
to the mannerisms of her gesture. my eyes
solely on her skin. and we played
hide & seek, like ripples of oceans. our
bodies dissolving into salt, into waters.
Ajise Vincent is an Economist based in Lagos, Nigeria. His works have appeared in Vinyl, HEart Online, Foliate Oak Literary Magazine, Jalada, Chiron Review, Asian Signature, Ake Review, Bombay Review, Birmingham Arts Journal, Mocking heart review, The Cadaverine, Saraba, deep water literary journal, Brittle Paper, and Elsewhere. He is a recipient of the Eriata Oribhabor poetry prize 2015 and Akuko Poetry Prize 2021. He loves coffee, blondes and turtles.
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