#BMValentineContest – Needles Can’t Kiss | Lyambee Sade Aorabee | Poetry

One of the entries that impressed us in this Valentine Giveaway Contest was “Needles Don’t Kiss”, a pretty short poem scribbled by an up-and-coming creative named Lyambee Sade Aorabee. Narrowly missing out on top spot in the poetry category, this piece emerged first runner-up.

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He was a man

I was a stone.

He sat on me.

Our friendship went smooth.

 

He was a man

I, a woman-with-testicles,

Our marriage went fine.

 

He acted the boss.

I played the clown,

There was peace.

 

He toddled as a lover.

I was his pander.

He saw me as a friend indeed.

 

He was a king,

I, his praise-singer.

He loved it all.

 

He wanted to be an academic.

I aspired to be a critic.

He managed to stomach it.

 

He stood full length

And drummed his chest.

I twitched my ears

And two blind men

Met on a log-bridge

And the friendship drowned.

Needles can’t kiss.

 

About The Contributor:

Lyambee Sade Aorabee is a creative writer and independent record producer from Jalingo, Taraba State.  He has been published in the Lunaris Review. Lyambee is currently pursuing a degree in Sociology at the Nasarawa State University, Keffi.