BeD

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)

luXury

I do not have the luxury you see,

A foreign soul in this ancient continent

to dance my wiles away.

See my worries accompany me as i sip this drink….

The hopes of my parents sidle next to me,

intertwining their aching fingers with mine, drowning all else as i try to loose myself in this dance.


My only escape,

Your mouth on mine…breath on skin…sweet respite.


But alas

i do not have the luxury to linger in this sweet place…

For i am burdened by my parents prayers

dragged even to the concrete jungle.

for you see, my respite has no place here,

in this foreign continent i tread on.

(A.k17)

birtH

I will make of these weary bones, 

creaking and fragile to the touch,

sweet melodies from beyond Valhalla.


Music of life shall i make from the embers of Death;

conjuring sweet poetry from these ashes

to sate you.

From these cinders,

will your soul will get its fill.

Yes, 

within these embers,

 ambrosia shall burst forth.

(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)

 

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)