Melted Heart
 
I am a bee among colourful flowers.
I produced thickest honey
that glued my legs and wings together.
 
I am a rare almond.
From my body a stick of matches
that set fire on my branches was gotten.
 
I gave birth to the feeling
that taunts my marrow.
 
Like a clay pot butted against rock,
I am broken into pieces
By your heavy image
that I carry in my head.
 
Kontigi
I'm sold out at no cost
as an ornament of admiration.
 
He keeps me in a bright dark box,
places me in his arms,
ceres me like a doll
and drinks me like wine.
 
I'm to him, a Kontigi
he plays to ease his nerve.
My sweet groan, a delight to him.
 
At night,
he toys with my strings.
At day break, to him,
I'm a devil- a noise from the abyss.
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Stephen Oladayo Oladokun is an experimental writer who enjoys painting the world in metaphor. He is a teacher, playwright, photographer, and researcher whose works have been enjoyed by wide audience on Afribary, Queenview Magazine, Fly on the World Press, Fae Dreams Anthology and Innseai Journal. He has written and directed several playlets including 'Petals and their Gardeners', 'Gift' and 'Education in this Generation'.  He is a member of Hilltop Creative Arts Foundation in Minna Niger State, Nigeria.