Last night I walked through your body, lighting up the streets with fireworks like it was a carnival
Then your city came under siege— sensual walls broken down. We took refuge in burning cathedrals
Last night we wore skins of war. Fighter jets roared in our heads. You said a prayer & held onto me...
This morning you asked me how we survived last night-- Baby, I died...where the hell are we?
Jide Badmus is an electrical engineer, a poet inspired by beauty and destruction; he believes that things in ruins were once beautiful. Badmus explores themes around sensuality and healing. He writes from Lagos, Nigeria. You can reach him on Twitter @bardmus, IG @instajhide.