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On this bed…..

i have tasted those lips,

sealed our fortunes with a thousand kisses.

I traced your very lifeline with my tongue,

etched my name on your being,

now you wear my imprint on your soul

Adorned to the heavens with my wiles


On this bed…

I have choked on your distance 

cowered from your heated malice…

i have bitten down on this tongue that once pleasured you…


On this bed.

i watch your strangeness make a home

On this bed.

(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)

 

Window 5

America….

The land of the free danced giddily in her minds eye as she tried to center her thoughts. The images lured her in their superficiality  and zestiness, forcing all humility to the side. She wanted it. What laid beyond the borders of the waters that ran through her veins.

This lust followed her as she walked confidently  to join the winding line of bodies eager to enter the white bricked building that held the fates of those eager to taste the shores of the promised land; America.

Now here she stood. Window 5. Staring at the face of the bearded man with skin like  colour of a plump ripened tomato.. His hair the color of wheat, was brushed carefully to the side away from his red face causing his red cheeks to stand like prized trophy. A cream shirt with beige tie matched his emphasized redness. He looked like those naked round babies with wings that lined the pages of history books- Cherubim she thinks they were called. This  cherub had kind smiling eyes that spoke before he did. In that smile, her faith was reinforced.

“Your documents” the kind eyed red man said.

She watched as the turning pages competed with the sound of the air-conditioning on full blast.

She scanned the faces around the air-conditioned room, sweating as they laid silent entreaties at the feet of the one they served.

Stamp. She smiles.

“I’m sorry but you do not fulfill the requirements for an American visa at this time.” The smile slowly crawled off her face. You are welcome to try again in a couple of months’ time.”

Window number 5

His cherub smile followed her home, like an unwanted companion

(N.K85)

…!

Here i lay with my home;

watching the dawn kiss the earth, ‘rousing it from slumber.

playing the fool…waiting

for the night to fall that i may lay;

once again

with this darkness,

this place i call home

allowing our sins spill over into the silent hours of dawn

 

 

 

(N.K 85)

 

Tell me

Tell me,
is it not enough?

…that you wear sadness about you,
crowning its glory in your life as you worship at its feet?
Will you not walk in the glory of your joyous spirit?

What entices you so about sadness that you cling like a child clings to a mothers sturdy shoulder?

Is it your safe haven?

is your rebirth in this space

 

Tell me young soul

whisper to me why..

sad

Ride

I’d lost track of the many times

the hoarseness clogged my throat; 

at the moments my chest ached from being battered..

Over and over again…


I’d lost count of the eons of whys that escaped my lips

to the ears of my Creator.

So i dance to the music of this state…

riding it out till the waves wash over me…

till i am reborn again 

in the morning

(A.k 16)