strenGTH

He hated it. The strength of my tongue

like he taught me to tame it. The fire that burned beneath my chest….

like he taught me to make a feast of my mother’s silence. 


This wanton tongue of mine, 

fashioned from the oppressed eyes and sighs of the supple bodies

sharpened edges doused in the tears of my women passed. 


Yeah 

This tongue will no longer hold this weight. 

She will soar free with no fear.

(A.k17)

p_I-E-t~Y

I come from a tribe of sex-less women

women who drown in the pools of birth and piety to keep a man

Women who balk at the call of their innate need…

need to feed the goddess that reside within them


I come from this place 

where self-indulgence spells harlot 

where fucking mocks piety

The piety of bearing a seed in this sin


I come from this place 

where pleasure demands immediate cleansing, 

to wash this scent of life itself, clean


I exist in this place where my desires reflection stands like a stranger 

An affront to my eyes

(N.k17)

Silk

I have grown accustomed it. 

the sumptuousness of this silk 

 Each intricately strewn thread vibrating on the plains of consciousness

each weave, heavy with pain.


I have made my peace with it. Somehow.

The euphoria stealing its way to my life,

closing its hands upon my heart..

Numbing all else

electrifying the dead thing i insist on having.


I  feel the cleansing each tear bring;

underneath the cover of this sumptuousness

 this transformative call,

this reciprocity of life residing in death.


So now i wait,

watching, 

breathing

feeling,

as my wings spout forth from this cleansing

making me whole

(Ak.17)

 

In the midst of wolves my heart sought solace

home washed over me, held me captive in this sweet embrace.


Peace followed this untamed wildness

as we serenaded eachother with sickly tales…

delighting in wounded carcasses 

prowling for it in the midst of the nebulous night.


Till the thirst filled their throats,

choking their nostrils,

till they bayed for it 

clawing at my back…deeper and deeper

till my heart beats no more, finding its dark solace in this place

(A.k17)

 

Madness

Today i awoke,

Awoke with madness sleeping beside me

fingers intertwined as the day beckoned. 


I feel it,

dancing,

Moving like a wind beneath this flesh,

from the bottom of my feet to the core of my soul;

Restlessly causing my joyfulness.


Bursting around the seams you are,

Spilling uncontrollably about darkened crevices

Hurling joy at the dead spaces of my life.


I feel you

Your fire, consuming my death

Reducing this accursed existence to ashes

Calling Life, beyond the Grave,

Rising gloriously like a phoenix from the ashes,

soaring in the heavens

In search of the divine.


I feel your love

Discarding the dirt accumulated by the whims of the world

Cleansing me fully

Pulling me closer to renewal…

In this madness. I am finding divinity

I am weakened by this maddening Joy

(a.k17)

 

Her

She was my first love. 

My place of freedom from whence life beckoned me.

Her arms, the anchor i clung to through my dark birth held me close.


Her kiss…

her chapped uncertain kiss

bore the honey dipped ointment to my scared cries… 


Her presence, sturdy as the oak

was my safety,

the calm that carries me in my darkest moments.


Her Love,

Dirty, raw, uncut like the rarest diamonds,

takes my breath away. 

She is my brilliance

Ak17