“And I thought about monica”

Okri

How came we holding forth, together, this Christmas?

When you grazed me, barely, and I still think of your golden

Neck, and your mundane world, to faceplant together in

Every cycle of the seasons, our experience, they bring

Experiencing you, thru all of them, holding each other’s

Hurt feelings love’s promise between our lips’, hold words

That remain, in a world fake to our dream. And yet, g

Why are we not sitting beside each other, just being?

Christmas morn’d be a wet dream, I know you’re the same

Even Christmas apart, I feel you beside me, twain