Joseph Olamide Babalola

I’ve donated my eyes to darkness
my heart too, left to the dusts of passion

I’ve sacrificed my essence to wallow
in this mud, having released my all to
this hell of pleasure

now I grind my treasures into chaff
spread its powder into wind’s eye
wasting not a tear as I cast my pearls
at pigs—to delight their snouts while
they fix me my cravings

I take a choice-less bow at every lap
of hot honey, my tongue burns—
fire that consumes itself

Oh, how I love lust for it turns me on
before offing me, kills me slow, slowly
and soon I’d be happily dead, wasted