Behind Closed Curtains

 You have opened the windows,

And so we peep into your bedroom.

The wrapper shifted, your husband's buttocks have been exposed,

In the process, your beasts have poured out.

Now Okoro has opinions, and Chiamaka has something to say,

They even disagree on the color of your bedsheets.

This battle should have been left on the bed,

Where the only referee is love.

(That one witness is just enough.)

Have you not heard it said a thousand times?

That what happens on the bed stays on the bed?

So the man and woman plucks out each other's eyes,

Then they turn around and worship each other's bodies,

In a rhapsody that makes the moon dance.

Battle knives are dropped, battle wounds are healed, 

 but the window curtains remain closed.

Because the man and his woman needs the darkness;

To fight to and to heal.

They need the bed;

To fight and to worship. 

Now it's time to clean up,

But first we close the curtains.

Okoro can keep his opinions and Chiamaka can go home.

In the privacy of the darkness, we will fight and heal and worship,

For this is the true order.

Then the moon will once again dance by our window, 

Behind the closed curtains.