My Room, My Theatre (Pg 18) Poem by David Olusanya

Let's make my room a theatre
Let my bed become a stage
Let the stars be our audience
Let our blood mix with rage.

Let the current from your skin
produce a perfect love scene.
Let's shoot a sweet love skit
with our agile sexual grit.

‘Tis the full cold moon for two…..
let's make love black and blue.
Let's hold climax at bay;
interstice will aid delay.

Let's roll down to the floor
Let's dig it at the door.
Let's wake the neighborhood
Let's put others in the mood.

Let's do this day and night…..
Let's seize the grey moonlight.
Menopause is just a word,
when there's still a thrusting sword.

David O. Olusanya