"Conversation with an atheist Lover"

Last night,
before sleep stole the light in your eyes,
We talked about making babies in the clouds,
And call them angels
And they will be so fine 
That God will be jealous of our Kind.

We laughed out loud
It echoed in heaven
And I heard God sigh
It was deep and throaty
And we wondered why God is always a man.
He could have been a woman 
That sings duduke like Simi
Then we wouldn't bother the angelic choir
"They will just come and dance shaku shaku with us," you said.

You said God can never be a woman.
He is always ama 
Maybe that's why he keeps quiet
When men steals into a woman's body like a wolf
And runs off smelling blood and greed.
I sighed now but more deeper and throaty than God.

I wanted to say I doubted.
I wasn't too sure.
So I kept quiet.
I wondered why such evil lie in man.
Most men?
You said no 
That some are beast and God enjoys watching them feast.

I thought I knew God,
At least better than this,
I really thought I did,
I still do, I think?
What should I even think?
It is evil to think, right?

You told me to keep quiet now 
And write you a poem later
I suggested a happy-ever-after ending
You chucked, and asked whether there's happiness after?
I said at least the joy of leaving here after is happiness.

You said Good
"Now you know how to think"
"Thinking is outside God"
I asked you how should I think?
You said, "write me a poem."

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I woke up minutes later.
I quickly wrote you a poem,
And hopes it finds you there
Where nothing with a deep throaty voice exists.