Stephen Buoro - I Will Find You

I WILL FIND YOU
The stars have swirled to the nucleus of barbed guile
I remain the salience of their ridicule, left-toed stubbed,
Never to find or to be found!

I am the whirlwind
the earth is cliched of my fruitless wanderings.
I am the sun
with sporadic fatigue under my soles.
I am the moon
with day my bosom, in a duel with night;

Seeking for my dismembered being gifted with jinxes by the gods.

In the fruitful futility of my voyages,
I have ceaselessly cuddled the messiah
ardent to umbra alert eyes:
my flesh splayed by the Hydra of men
ravished by volcanoes, sheltering in the prison of ghouls
my being dawning as the rocky rebel of me…

And still not finding you…

In elan to melt in me
I will find you
on my molten parched pupils
you vowed.
You promised
to still persist as
the sun in my villi,
to dawn in your tongue-cremating glory
as my secondly coma,
to suffocate my ageless hemorrhage to healing,
to make me resurrect and dance on this sea…

Roost my
Goddess
Roost
Spring of radioactive ecstasy.

Like the mystique of seas' wombs to fishes
I want to hide in you and hide you in me
I want to melt in you and melt you in me
you the Avalon cataract of seaful thirst,
you're Lethe, the sore's source of smiles, the hunger of whirlpool ballets,
you, mother of seaful gropes to me for the celibate Elysian of days.

Roost my
Goddess
Roost
Spring of radioactive ecstasy
Save me from bleeding to a sour death.

And in this second, I will find and fill you.

Stephen Buoro

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