For Sisikill

Hands-on Loathe (Pre-murder)

I know this hand
Hm. I know this hand
it touched me once before
when my heart was in my groin
holding up dear phallus.
Soft strokes, hard throbs
juice and jelly
Back when I was the fool
who thought we were two

I know these eyes
Diamante devil's pearls
ice in a girl's sockets
I served time under these eyes
for love - maybe lubricious instincts.
Ludicrous now
but this stare had the dictate
weather heeded around me

Sand, you know how my eyes
stared down at you
when her 'ice' were too cold
to behold
You recognize my skin
when in droplets it concocted
with my blood, my sweat, my time and you grains
and my teeth cracked konkiri^a

Sand, hm, you know blood?
Hm. Blood bloodier than the pool
of my blood
when I, flotsam and jetsam
drifted, a recluse
to an island of me, me and blood clot of mine
will splatter on your grains
with splotches of her brains
once that hand that robbed me
once, rubs me again

Onwekwaanu idea?<sup>b

a</sup> - concrete (Igbo)
^b - Does she even have an inkling? (Igbo)

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