Ode to the morning we met

By Bright Kingsley

To say that it falls—
soft yellow & white dew, blue overlays of sky
on our faces. Green tides, a rushing wind &
itself drenched in the glee of a fading night

To say that its floors
were covered in stars, points of short distances
rolling into the edge of a vanishing country.
fold. unfold. The burning science of silence

To say that its face
knew to kiss the finest of daffodils, the most
daring of reds which is you, the most
cuddling of songs which is your body

To say that I found
you first, blooming & withering into skin,
a cascade of dreams & a breaking dawn,
in an ocean of memories & a creeping storm

To say that I did nothing,
except watch you soak in the glow
that is yourself

BIO:
Bright Kingsley is a Nigerian poet, writer, storyteller and teacher residing in Port Harcourt, Rivers State. His poems have been published in literary magazines/journals like Brittle Paper, SpillWords Press, Rough Diamond Poetry Journal and forthcoming in other anthologies and magazines. He is a student of the Department of Physics at Rivers State University, an assistant editor at Ikike Arts and art enthusiast. Instagram: @justbrightkingsley Twitter: @brightkingsleyd