Shine Within Shame
My fingers traced the silhouette of his mind
and felt the heat of his thoughts calling my name,
like karma yearning the taste of self-inflicted loneliness...
we became emotionally intimate.
I wanted to know why he spoke in resonance.
Why light vanished and rekindled itself each time he said hello.
I let his richness glide through the barriers of my teeth,
through the highlands of my taste buds, and down the exact
passage my air would flee to speak him in existence.
I fucked him for heaven’s sake
and Satan kneeled inside my silk womb.
I gave uncultivated leniency, feeling judiciously conceited.
Yet, I was emancipated, liberated, free…
to inhale inside skin that craved more after 2am submissions
on drenched and ripped sheets that hid what we did behind Pandora’s cadence.
Trying to rationalize with my soul,
was the equivalent to convincing God I’d gain no pleasure
from mental fornication.
Those cognitive trips I took still needed alibis; Penitence
weighed heavy in the form of spiritual lies, and soon...
the shine was darkened by my shame.
No more interrupted nights searching for his hand
in muddy memories where he lifts my lingerie and breathes my regret.
No more captivating words wrapped in warmth that
became heated dialogue…
became aching need…
became desiring him daily on bending knees,
because...fanning the flames of a beautiful burn should never feel like….