Ixora
written by: Bright Kingsley
@brightkingsleyd
Are not all these pretties, Ixora,
the colour of sunset—
pouring down on windows
the way your fingers
pour down on my body?
Were not all these lips
born to gale, and sew love
into wet kisses?
Was not this night made
for closed curtains—
for lovers and their
Ugandan discussions?
tonight, Ixora, I plead thee—
let us peel our nakedness
from their mirrors and walk
them into shadows,
hanging our love side-by-side
with the moon—
praying they both last long
Bright Kingsley is a poet, artist, literature enthusiast and student of the Rivers State University, Port Harcourt hailing from Delta State, Nigeria. He is an emerging poet with poems rich in storytelling that capture the mind of readers and listeners. Bright Kingsley is a poet that believes in poetry as the language of the earth, and wants others to view the world and her experiences through the light of his poems. His works have been published in Brittle Paper and Afrihill Press.
