Poetic Justness... Love & Life

  Welcoming them to the darkest hole in my heart Stretched arms with fisted hands Heart-killer who cares not: Death is eternal. We love Rolling the sweet nothings with tongues That neither care, nor Care to care The lies maim to kill. We make love Drinking from unwashed cups Tounged kisses sucking the air; Kisses with no love Only fire to consume our souls to eternal hell, The love only external.

I got another girl She adores me Believes every sweet nothing I utter Fantasising of the transcendental melding of our souls: Poor girl J'st another conquest. I am breaking another heart and I know it; She doesn't know I lie with dilated pupils. When I tell her to be careful of people whose pupils dilate when they lie she doesn't believe my truth “Come with me.” She thinks it's an invitation; She'll cry through the lock round the clock Wondering why I left.

  She is afraid of love           that requires making           when she is licked           and wet Locks click           and the door to her womanhood closes. The pain is a sword,           tears asunder the pleasure She cries her heart and soul           and her brain shuts To beg God for forgiveness—           she strayed when she met me           her beautiful devil. She vows never ever to sin again           until the next time she longs for it.

pinterest Even as sometimes here we fight, though love in the act that all the iniquity is swept away by it, and I look into thy lovin’ eyes my duty to behold you either by words or gesture’s signified; therein the sparkling of the love I cherish. You’re more than a thousand lights that rise O gentle star! My moon and my sun Thence no smoke to vitiate thy rays; O King of My Heart, So steadfast my desire  Is unto you who willed to live with me, And to you I shall walk to the altar That I know no other love foreswear Make jubilant the interwoven souls. And upon earth we shall leave our memories Such that the naysayers here commend it, and tell of our story that from two hearts did single love Make itself felt, issued a single sound from out that one love.

pinterest You’re light,            the kind that came in through a crack on the wall. You’re hope,           the kind that hung around when all was gone. I was happy,           the kind that you knew was somewhere deep within,           even though you didn’t feel it then. You’re mine,           the kind that I wasn’t supposed to keep but knew I would never leave. I was the one you never wanted to be with.  (A pastiche adopted from A Curve of Darkness by Munira Hussein)

The last time I saw Maimun words poured out of me like water squeezed from a sponge. She covered my mouth with hers as if to swallow a terrible curse that would come back to afflict us. “Forget us, forget me,” she said. Upon us was the moment of partying— my heart cracked. “I will come for you, my moon,” I said. “I will get you away from your Imam father Even Allah.” “Goodbye, my love I cannot help you with my love. Forget, my love I love you more than life itself.” She shimmered away— And I was alone.