LOVE

Love is not a poem drinking coffee at dusk  
calculating distance of space to close between us;  
It's a ratio of silence at the gallery opening;  
the dark-cornered guest with an understanding  
we fail to emulate.  
  
It mingles like an impaled olive, cemented  
in glassine. Its grief outshines  
beautiful lichen munching satiated on stone  
when taken for granted, or aroused.  
The reminder hurts, so we close its orange-red eye  
with the sharp fingers of our mouth.  
 
We reason its truth until shrunken to a memory  
of a memory. It's not about our need, though;  
not the climb, the thrill, the release of salt  
and oil across our lips. It's about the stomach, peeling  
from the burn of heart. Or, becoming soggy, stale—  
our wordless mouths wide as epitaphs, sealed  
in a burning envelope of flesh.  
   
Love is not an Arbitrator mitigating gravity  
of circumstance with the warmth of absolution  
between us. Nor is it all wine at dawn, reflecting  
its burgundy omen. It's a bite: raw cacao; pine  
needles and bare feet; spoon of ice cream;  
swallowing a shard of ice.  
   
It's not a bookie on the bench with a pigeon  
in the race. But the very coop where we hatched,  
innated with a return tracking device;
but, all our educated-ignorance doesn't know how  
to finish this poem, so we can get back home once again.  
   
The End?  
(too cliché)  
 
Blessed be?  
(you're kidding?)
   
Namaste?  
(too "new age-y")
   
Sincerely?  
(too blasé)
   
Cordially --  
Best, or Kind regards?  
(too distant or formal)
   
Your Friend?  
(too "pamphlet-y")
   
Always?  
(maybe...)
   
Love?  
Yes. Love. 
~

as a Syrian wedding
  or Palestinian birth  
despite hopelessness—    
   
it outlives politics: Brexit,    
  impeachment, deceit    
human ignorance—    
   
withstands genocide    
   of speciesism, tribal rites      
and planet Earth—    
   
Love survives    
  war and death    
   
—such as words    
  you cannot erase     
 
 
~

She entered my life out of nowhere. Just to turn things upside down and inside out.
Laying the foundation of my destruction with every move she made.

Never understanding this game she played was meant to break me, not make me into a better me for the next one I meet. But, to be warped into thinking she’s the only one for me and that life without her is destined to be bleak.

So, I continued to play this game of her’s. Looking through squinted eyes at the lies right in front of me. Hoping the truth I perceived was in fact true and not a combination of hand picked lies I tell myself, to justify the need to be by her side and my inability to see she is chaos  in a small package wrapped neatly with a bow.

Knowing she can twist my reality to suit her needs. Knowing that her words can cause me to forget the person I use to be and succumb to her.  For my desires are no longer mine but hers. For my life isn’t mine to control anymore, but hers to do with as she pleases.

As she continues to lay down her foundation turning my life upside down and inside out for her pleasure.

 
 
 
 
 
“ I     i n h a l e     you.....  
 
 
 
in each finely enmeshing deep breaths  
from my serially sizzly popping in, the  
starry burning foresting micro-embers  
 
holy smoking vanakkam charcoal lungs  
in a yogic metamorphosing transcendence  
 
when the fecking all and nil  
of such a grandly elevating  
coital coalescing atmospheric  
 
becomes  
(y)our wholesome incensing expanse  
as spread out singing sigmoidal skies  
 
filters off  
its darkly whirling clouded cocktail dusts  
of roughened sand shore’s  bitten grittiness  
   -the bittery yesterday’s pugnacious figments…  
ruptures as far-off fragmented dissociations  
 
 
 
[  -and thus thereof their  
callous lacklustre, remnantal tyrannical sterilities  
of an unassailable island…in internal disparities  
gloating in as an insomniac’s myriad blabbering  
eccentric seizures, the better-unsung epicentres  
of narcissistic hypocrisies ]  
 
 
 
flies out NOW...  
as fusing freedom breaths, the flutters  
of a revolutionary thunderbird liberation    
in micronized mystified oxygenating mists..  
 
in a soul-piercing fireflower awakening...  
the deep-petalling passion-pigmented  
marigolds ...flame as hybridising molten  
sunmoon in a dire truthfulness homam  
births with vermilion-tinged ochrewelsh  
complexions  
 
 
the breaths the breaths ..each  
measuring counting volume of (y)our  
summating voluminous airs, are not  
just to linger as topnote in trend  
 
but burns  
to weave in an anti-gravitating acrobatic flaming fabric  
of silken spinneret ropes, a delicate cobbe hymning in  
frequencies of crackling oxidative flares, in a marrying  
need as the core basal solidities”  
 
 
 
 
rendezvous ……of  Us  
 
this dawn, a jellied iceapple kernel  
of glistening translucence studded in  
diamond droplets at each dimensional  
glinting eyeturn, in a chilly canvasing  
sensual palette of n-reflections in taste  
 
 
our eyes flutter, as fragile pulsating butterflies  
in cast lights laden with diamond shard dusts  
 
dangerously abrasing glances dance in an illumine  
 
further progressing....as midnight radioing, the  
thickening honey swirl...slowly mellow as voicing  
streams of a densly hazy gushing chimney steam..  
 
...precise  
as the sharpening (s)words  
trying to reach each other  
at an unheard intersection  
in an adamantly conjoining  
 
-an unparting amalgamation  
 
 
we talk and talk for endless days nights  
wholly amazing of the striking coincidence  
of our meeting, of how..they have been  
happening in such similar exactitude… in  
an infinite recurrence  
 
........simply deeply tremendously feels to be  
 entering agian & again....only to be coming out  
of a convoluting deep-sea conching snail matrix  
in sacred cosmic om om om om reverberations  
 
 
of Our Love..rapturously encaptured  
in ecstasy of our freefalling entry flights....  
smoothly sliding and spiralling in & in  
 
 
to the core  
 
that's magically siphoning  
in an interlocutory hyphening  
 
unto its outermostly distant  
exit point that never was is  
 
 
a portal unto its own  
 
.  
end  
 
 
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s  
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this LOVE  
this  NOW  
this     US  
 
 
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