What Do I Call My Love For Your Body?

The enchantment of Jide Badmus's irrepressible genius lies in his sharp intellect, his quick wit, his deep vision, and his restless, ever-questioning, ever-seeking spirit. This book, yet another from his expanding and impressive barn of brilliant offerings, reflects, yet again, the splendour of that genius. —amu nnadi

In What Do I Call My Love For Your Body? Jide Badmus holds love sacred in rugged palms and metaphorical genius. It's sultry, with a massive explosion on the page. Definitely a collection for a night behind closed doors and an open window to the stars. —Edward Vidaurre, author of Cry, Howl & Ramona & Rumi: Love in the time of oligarchy

Jide Badmus’s What do I call my love for your body is a charged collection dedicated to carnality. The poet-lover reflects on language—all the ‘dialects’ of desire needed to translate the experience of sex into language. This is an electric book of poetry, focused tightly on the intimacy between two people. —Matthew M. C. Smith, Writer & Editor of Black Bough Poetry.

In this titillating collection, Jide Badmus takes the reader on a prurient journey of desire. Words are lush and imagery are arousing. Jide Badmus has mastered the art of Eros. —Adeola Gbalajobi, author of 'Ellipsis'

What do I call my love for your body is a sensual collection of poems that arouses the imagination. Jide Badmus is a genius at transcribing love into the page, using crisp metaphors and conjuring imagery that will resonate with lovers and readers alike. —Tolu’ A. Akinyemi, Multiple Award-Winning Author

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Art has always been about the expression of emotions and desires. We have a favourable sentiment about poems that explore love and the intricacies of the heart, which poets such as Pablo Neruda excelled at. But we get conservative when a writer explores Eroticism as a theme. This is why Jide Badmus' What Do I Call My Love For Your Body is brave.

But, this bravery isn't what gives this collection its crowning glory. The juice of this collection lies in the fluidity with which Jide weaves words and the cheekiness with which he conjures imagery. Like a blacksmith, he beats similes, metaphors, and imagery into poignant form.

In the poem 'Weatherman', he writes,

Is it not beautiful that you could always tell when my dawn is pregnant with a storm?

You spread like an umbrella to meet the morning rain.

In What Do I Call My Love for Your Body, words wear layered garments of double entendres that call for the reader to unwrap them like a present. And there are poems that are bold from line to line, that needs no cloaking with metaphors:

Dressed in nothing but weaves & heels,

I stand, poised before you as a street sign: This Way to Eden.

In this collection, body parts become edible. Sex is worship. Sex is sacred. And sex is...rough! The poet captures romance, love, and lust in their wholesomeness with a magical command of language. Jide Badmus approaches the theme with deft dexterity. He approaches the subject with the sacredness it demands. Jide Badmus approaches the Erotic with veneration. Words are flowery, and each poem is like a honey drop on a craving tongue.