Shut Doors Poem by Adeosun Olamide

We shut the doors,
Enjoying the sounds of the knocks,
The knuckles on- tending our soul
We enjoy, the knob stirring motion-
We ignore the calls-
And roses brought us-
We like the phones to ring-
To, again and again-
We like the rose scent- from the distance
We use the masks
-Enjoying the probes it brings
A chaos, the façade-depth, complex
An -emptiness, the façade- silence, complex
We ignore the waiting embraces
Enjoying the spectacle, the waiting opened arms,
Enjoying the reach- that spurs, the desire that
That the dearth of us brings-
But now-the doors still shut
The dusts ascends
Echoes of the knocks pass away-
-The lamps are dead
And the masks bear wrinkles
The keys rust-
Too, as our hearts rots out