Double-faced
Gloria Ikekhide
You kiss my forehead
In the open, under the jacaranda tree
You bring me flowers
Red roses, white roses, yellow roses
Wild with thorns like your love
Image: Babatunde Lasisi
You kneel before me
You buy me gifts
Wrap them, with red bows and hand-written messages
Even though your palms are calloused
And then you give me more gifts
In blacks and in blues
behind closed doors, under garments
Where wandering eyes are blind
Gloria is an English and Literature grad, part time writer and air hostess.