Submissions by Nizana
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I wrote some poems when I was younger, mostly about love. Now that I'm more mature, I'd like to get back into it and see if I can express thoughts and desires that I've squelched over time. My writing tends to be biographical with some liberties taken.
Parting As Friends
It began
with the meeting
of eyes.
Then we shared the fellowship
of words and laughter.
He eventually touched
all there was of me
to touch.
We parted as friends.
with the meeting
of eyes.
Then we shared the fellowship
of words and laughter.
He eventually touched
all there was of me
to touch.
We parted as friends.
#friendship
#lover
#separation
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Lives Touch Lives
He typed “Congratulations” in the comments under a photo of me standing next to my daughter in her cap and gown.
I imagine his eyes were drawn to my smile, remembering how I once smiled with pride in our love.
He may still think of how, in dim light, I’d place kisses carefully along the length of his shaft. My lips remember his smooth skin stretched taut with lust.
Isn’t it odd how lives touch lives?
I imagine his eyes were drawn to my smile, remembering how I once smiled with pride in our love.
He may still think of how, in dim light, I’d place kisses carefully along the length of his shaft. My lips remember his smooth skin stretched taut with lust.
Isn’t it odd how lives touch lives?
#regret
#lust
#FirstLove
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Primping - A poem by my daughter
I have lotion to smooth my sun-touched skin
Sweet scents to fill the air
I tend to each toe very carefully
Then brush to straighten my hair
There’s so much to do before tonight
When my love sweeps me off my feet
I’ll brush and floss and gargle a bit
For my love my mouth will taste sweet
Sweet scents to fill the air
I tend to each toe very carefully
Then brush to straighten my hair
There’s so much to do before tonight
When my love sweeps me off my feet
I’ll brush and floss and gargle a bit
For my love my mouth will taste sweet
#love
#sex
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Good Service and Wanderlust - Diary entry #3
What the fuck were you thinking, Mother?”
So this is what it feels like to reverse roles with your daughter, I thought.
“I wasn’t thinking at all.”
“Oh, I think you were. You were thinking with your vagina, not your brain.”
“I’m sorry, you’re right,” I said.
She was right of course, but since my divorce, it seems that many old boundaries had been crossed. Why not cross a few more?
My daughter left in a huff.
I sat alone staring at my phone.
My fingers trembled as I typed a seven-word text. My heart...
So this is what it feels like to reverse roles with your daughter, I thought.
“I wasn’t thinking at all.”
“Oh, I think you were. You were thinking with your vagina, not your brain.”
“I’m sorry, you’re right,” I said.
She was right of course, but since my divorce, it seems that many old boundaries had been crossed. Why not cross a few more?
My daughter left in a huff.
I sat alone staring at my phone.
My fingers trembled as I typed a seven-word text. My heart...
#love
#betrayal
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Good Service #2 (a second entry into my diary)
Hello, I’m trying to reach Nizana. Am I saying that right?”
“Yes, that’s me,” I said, thinking the man’s voice sounded familiar.
“Oh, good. I was nervous about calling,” he said.
What he didn’t realize was that I was nervous about getting his call ever since I wrote my number on his ticked with the note, “Please call me.” I was sure he thought here’s another crazy woman in her 40s with fantasies about meeting a younger man. He would have been right.
There was a awkward silence.
“Why did you call?” I said and then blushed feeling...
“Yes, that’s me,” I said, thinking the man’s voice sounded familiar.
“Oh, good. I was nervous about calling,” he said.
What he didn’t realize was that I was nervous about getting his call ever since I wrote my number on his ticked with the note, “Please call me.” I was sure he thought here’s another crazy woman in her 40s with fantasies about meeting a younger man. He would have been right.
There was a awkward silence.
“Why did you call?” I said and then blushed feeling...
#erotic
#betrayal
#sensual
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Good Service (a true story from my diary #1)
He had me from the moment his athletic body stepped from the truck. Strong fibers in his arms easily repaired my tire and had it back in place.
“You’re an easy one. We’ll have you back on the road in no time,” he said with a relaxed smile. He said I was his last service call of the shift.
“Thank you so much. It’s been years since I had car trouble,” I said, remembering my senior year in high school when a date took an interesting turn after his car broke down.
I thought back. My boyfriend and I wouldn’t have had enough time to explore each other thoroughly...
“You’re an easy one. We’ll have you back on the road in no time,” he said with a relaxed smile. He said I was his last service call of the shift.
“Thank you so much. It’s been years since I had car trouble,” I said, remembering my senior year in high school when a date took an interesting turn after his car broke down.
I thought back. My boyfriend and I wouldn’t have had enough time to explore each other thoroughly...
#sensual
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Breaking the Levee
The desires of your whole life rose like a swelling river pressing against the smooth levees that gave me human form. I knew these waters would not be denied.
I sensed the moment of your tipping like a seismic shift below us. In your eyes, I saw the moment those tectonic plates crumbled against each other as all of your desire burst into me like a cascade rushing over the edges of my failing levees. I felt a glow as you breached all that gave me shape and I shattered into a thousand glittering pieces around your erupting shaft.
I struggled against the current as if I...
I sensed the moment of your tipping like a seismic shift below us. In your eyes, I saw the moment those tectonic plates crumbled against each other as all of your desire burst into me like a cascade rushing over the edges of my failing levees. I felt a glow as you breached all that gave me shape and I shattered into a thousand glittering pieces around your erupting shaft.
I struggled against the current as if I...
#lust
#sex
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Morning Wood
I wake and feel his warmth against me.
I smile, thinking, you have to admire his work ethic.
Wasn’t it just six hours ago?
Yes, I think, and what love we made!
Maybe it’s a little case of morning wood and
I should leave well enough alone.
But no, I’ll not leave it alone. Life is short after all.
I roll over and taste his bitter saltiness,
thankful that he still holds my scent.
I smile, thinking, you have to admire his work ethic.
Wasn’t it just six hours ago?
Yes, I think, and what love we made!
Maybe it’s a little case of morning wood and
I should leave well enough alone.
But no, I’ll not leave it alone. Life is short after all.
I roll over and taste his bitter saltiness,
thankful that he still holds my scent.
#morning
#lover
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Meditation - Daughter's journal
In medication I pray
to the Universe, that the
members of my body will
fulfill their purposes. If my purpose
is to share pleasure, let me share
with abandon and lose myself
in the sweet joining of flesh.
If, in due time, my purpose is the
creation of life, let me be a
mother who is still a lover of life.
Let me be a woman who
continues to bless as long as
this life lasts.
May the festive union of our bodies
satisfy the appetites that haunt my meditation.
These needs that...
to the Universe, that the
members of my body will
fulfill their purposes. If my purpose
is to share pleasure, let me share
with abandon and lose myself
in the sweet joining of flesh.
If, in due time, my purpose is the
creation of life, let me be a
mother who is still a lover of life.
Let me be a woman who
continues to bless as long as
this life lasts.
May the festive union of our bodies
satisfy the appetites that haunt my meditation.
These needs that...
#sex
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
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Self-Acceptance
In accepting myself,
complete with flaws and
imperfections,
I find love
easier to give
and receive.
complete with flaws and
imperfections,
I find love
easier to give
and receive.
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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Mother's Day Card
You quietly sign the mother’s day card
and write, “Thank you for your gifts to me.”
We place it on her pillow and then
I choose to unwrap myself in the dim light
of her room, a handmade gift from my mother.
It must be startling to you I think while watching
your eyes wash down my breasts and linger below.
I am my own person as you are
and so we’ll decide in these few
moments the cast members and plots
for the next scenes in our lives.
The acts to follow might be unsure to us
but they can be imagined.
Our...
and write, “Thank you for your gifts to me.”
We place it on her pillow and then
I choose to unwrap myself in the dim light
of her room, a handmade gift from my mother.
It must be startling to you I think while watching
your eyes wash down my breasts and linger below.
I am my own person as you are
and so we’ll decide in these few
moments the cast members and plots
for the next scenes in our lives.
The acts to follow might be unsure to us
but they can be imagined.
Our...
#erotic
#MothersDay
#daughter
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Loving Myself
I’m learning to love myself again.
I’m leaving old hurts behind.
This body that was once rejected
is now loved and wholly mine.
I’m leaving old hurts behind.
This body that was once rejected
is now loved and wholly mine.
#love
#SelfWorth
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