By Joy Mamudu
The first time I saw a rake, I was a child
lost in the wonder of the metal fingers
that gathered leaves into heaps
I could roll in later, my laughter burning
like incense to the gods in the heavens above.
The first time I fell into your smile
was the first time I met you. I did not know
how natural it would feel
to rake my fingers over your bare back,
gathering more of you
deeper into me, my laughter burning
like incense to the gods in the heavens above.
BIO:
Joy Mamudu is a writer and poet who lives in Abuja with her partner and a large pile of unread books. She can be followed on instagram and twitter @_theamena