I thought I meant it,
thirty pills over three days
spaced out like the margins of
a book, double lined

shaken awake, I stir
like a cat roused from it's sleep,
stretching out the length of my body, arching my back, ready to attack

there is the needle, poking veins, collapsed veins that do not shed their blood easily, willingly

the tightness of a blood pressure band, constricting, heartbeat pulsing, ringing in my ears like titinus

the weight of near death, the long wait, internal quiet, external chaos

it breaks

no

(I didn't mean it.)

BATTLE OF LOVE
The first that called the game
'Romeo and jullet'
The last that wait for the game
'The dead and grave'
What's the life without the 4 words?
Oh the wrapped and the apparent!
Create a Field in the saucer of blood
Like the rimmed reservoir in the heart

The life is for me and you
The you,you are mine and fine
The gate is open of the recto of the body
Like the felonies running to fall in the titinus cry
But again,and again want to feel drowsy in the field

©Adamu Usman Garko