Aubade to the Boy Holding Out His Heart as A Way of Survival

I fall into honey, fleshing my heart
With taste of ecstasy from the soft
Lips of a bee-like damsel.
I fall into flower, adoring my skin
With the colour of nature from the pale
Petal of a hibiscus.
I fall into love unplanned, like the way a truck
Crushes an unseen barricade along the road.
I fall into love with a heart
Roaring with flames of anguish.
I fall in love the way a child
Falls into his mother’s womb—unaware.
I fall in love with a heart wrapped in delight
The way a monkey does with bananas.
I fall into unlucky love
Like death in a family of two.
Soyayya damuwa ce, love is a problem.
My heart bears an orifice through which
Delight seeps into extinction, light leaks
Into darkness, and grief penetrates into flesh.
I am surrounded by a body of teary love
Like mother chameleon, dying for her babies to live.
I fall into heartbreak through the smiles
Of love, of obsession, of deception,
Of flowers of silence, and
Of memories of sleepless nights.
Soyayya guba ce: love is poison.
I fall in love while grief runs
Away from my heart.
And, now, I fall into grief while love
Falls into an abyss beyond my eyes.
Love is a poison. Love is a poison.