Poetry by Michael Akuchie
“I still follow the child who still walks inside me” — Adonis
The language of my childhood is a kite
that surfs the murmurs of wind.
I trail the laughter & anguish of friends long
inside the hollow of memories.
Remembrance is a sprout of friends in the garden of mind.
I have a heart for every harvest eaten with the seed of their name.
With friends, we would ship out to watch
the sun recede into the jaws of night.
Every get-together was a gesture to grow a joke & feed
it laughter. Now memory grants me a viewing pleasure
of faces with whom I attempted to number the stars,
vodka bottles in loose grips, the company exotic.
We imagined each star a door to a different angel.
We fitted silent requests with wings & believed they flew.
The boat of memory traverses the ocean of my life.
My childhood is untouchable & thinks so of its districts.
Singing the Tune of Hearts
“at the end of the world, let there be you, my world” — Danez Smith
We begin our song & wear our throats
in the manner we’d want to be heard.
There I am, inches from the low heat
of your breath. Passion is the thump
of my heart, a flock of lust sits there.
I draw close to get inhaled, all of me pulled in.
The blink of your eyes reveals an audience of stars,
a city of glitters that focuses to read my thoughts.
Your hands enclose the whole of my back, gentleness
is their grandeur & I beg with a moan to be absorbed.
I prepare for the placement of prints across my skin.
Your nails bear a hunger, & with it, they advance.
You breathe out a tune & my voice turns
to shine towards it.
Michael Akuchie is a poet of Igbo-Esan descent. His chapbook manuscript, Wreck (Winter, 2020), was selected by José Olivarez to win The 2019-2020 Hellebore Poetry Scholarship Award. He is a recipient of the 2020 Roadrunner Review Poetry Prize, an Orison Anthology nominee and a Best of The Net Nominee. He tweets @Michael_Akuchie and reads submissions for FRONTIER Poetry.