Jenje Bi

This One is For You.

Dear Stranger,

The declarations contained in this work of art are neither addressed to nor for you, loyal stranger, or for the hapless fellow who stumbled upon this post by chance or by the shifty algorithms of substack.

This is for you, my wandering love. The object of my affections. This is for all the things I want to be for you.

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My Meli, my lover.

In awe of everything you are.

To you I make this desperate plea.

Jenje Bi¹…

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Let me be the shoes that house your tender feet;

Not too big or too small, but just the perfect size with a little extra

for you to plow through muddy waters,

navigate the bumps and curves of crooked roads.

Let me be the banks to your river,

holding you close but never holding you back,

keeping you sure and steady

as the strong winds toss the tides of your ocean blue

Let me be the raiment that clings to your supple skin,

covering the parts of you you cherish

and the parts you desperately try to hide away.

When the night comes and darkness falls,

When your walls crumble and the weights get too heavy

Let me be your safe space,

your oasis in the sand.

And much more than all of these,

Let me be your delight,

your wonderwall;

Let me be a place you can call home.

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That would be all for now, strangers. Till another of my travels.

Yours,

The Flaneur🤍

1. A yoruba phrase which means “let me be”