The male Hine’s Emerald patrols his cattail fen
low through sedge and seepage
his compound eyes pluck gnats from the air
two yellow bars flash along his thorax
hindwings catch the morning
Chimanimani Mountain mist beads over quartz
the female Rock Threadtail
six black feet braced on the edge
her wing tilted toward the sun
eyes—black
He misses the gnat
darts, veers, halts midair, pivots
his ommatidia fixed on her raised wing
smitten, his heading shifts
the female Rock Threadtail rests above her stream
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Your gaze makes me feel a lot of
Emotions, makes me trust in love
That’s not true for my silly wish.
In reality forbidden.
Your gentle touch has some magic
In it; but the feeling is tragic.
Movements done by you are so gish.
In reality forbidden.
—The Gravity Newton Did Not Measure—
Beneath the apple's fall, he marked the ground,
and read in its descent the law of weight;
from that brief wound where heaven touched the bound,
he drew the occult grammar of our Fate.
Had he observed us with that fathoming eye—
the hand withheld when mercy sued for bread;
the father schooling silence, lest the cry
of what he loved arraign the prosperous dead;
the man who heard a stranger's final plea
and found his inward kingdom void of voice;
the prince who minted grief into decree,
while living names were forfeit to his choice—
he might have measured, under civil skies,
the altitude where human uprightness dies.
We were a secret written
between the lines of a story
the world told us we could not finish.
A love that lived in whispers,
in stolen glances across crowded rooms,
in the quiet moments
where time forgot to judge us.
We knew the cost of wanting each other,
the weight of every “what if,”
the ache of every goodbye
that came before we were ready.
You were the storm I wasn’t supposed to chase,
the fire I was warned not to touch,
yet somehow your presence
felt like the only place I could breathe.
We built a universe in the shadows,
where your hand found mine
and our hearts spoke a language
no one else could understand.
But love does not always arrive
with permission.
Sometimes it knocks on locked doors,
wears the wrong name,
comes at the wrong time.
And maybe we were never meant
to have forever—
maybe we were only meant
to remind each other
that something so impossible
could still feel so real.
So I will carry you quietly,
not as a regret,
but as the beautiful ache
of a love that existed
even when the world said it shouldn’t.
When it’s just me and you,
We become actors on the big screen.
We’re exploring each other’s chemistry,
Because nothing’s set in stone yet.
What makes you different from everyone else?
The look in your eyes only makes me curious.
It lures me, and I let all my defenses down.
I can’t tell if this feeling is a good thing.
Instead of running into his arms, you hug me,
Whispering your worries as you lay on my chest.
The same worries you should tell him, but
You hide them behind smiles while thinking of me.
When was the last time you told him,
“I love you,” as you looked into his eyes?
Compared to the last time we talked
About your dreams, cuddles under the stars.
I know I’m so selfish
For wanting this so bad.
Even though it’s nothing physical,
I’m getting more of you than him.
How far can this go behind his back?
I wish I knew how to end this properly,
But you’re the only thing stuck in my mind,
And I can’t let go yet.
I hope nothing bad happens.
Forbidden Dance
Our voices drown in the low tide of our secrets.
That still paints a silver moon on the ripples of water.
Because it dances between conversations,
Now that the sound of laughter is in the air.
Having arrived at dawn, we can hear our stolen steps begin.
In this escape, a tangled rhythm we share.
We move as one, what a waltz in a forbidden dance.
Between intimacy that’s in succession of secret lovers.
Our souls dance over this forbidden dance.
We knew it wouldn’t last.
Is it forbidden?
How far will I go to love?
Africa is home
Sometimes my writing feels choppy like the bay,
On a stormy day.
However, I keep writing and rewriting until it’s flows smooth as fine wine,
Until it becomes divine.
Something that was hidden,
Buried deep within and felt forbidden.
Things that others don’t want to mention,
I put them on paper and they are given dimension.
I stand alone quite often,
My words they feel I need to soften.
They simply don’t understand my line of thought …
Why?
The interrogation of my terrain remains united with the departure of my illicit rout.
Unanswered;
It remains unanswered.
Every neglected weep of desolation seems to surrender into a twisted sense of homecoming.
As if I sought for it.
As if I craved for it.
As if I was such a deceiving fool to find comfort in the con of my own coiled hatred.
Every huff of laughter blooms in the scored rage of my cruel consciousness.
Every wretched scald for logic cuts through my stripped armour of malice.
Every beseeched gouge for a way out ignites the contamination of my polluted isolation.
Why?
The secluded sagacity of my sadistic void fades with the shaves of my skin.
As if an answer would demolish the fences of my enclosure.
As if an answer would kiss my wreckage back together.
As if an answer would dim the conceited lights of a blinded stage; a theatre dedicated to the amusement of my liberated decay.
I ask you a question.
Yet perhaps, all this time…
The answer has been inked onto the rot of my revolting ruin.
I am my own void.
Sulfurous pipettes steamed the last omega-crystal, the sore branch leeches its last resplendence of the season, and bookish kept in the bow of the festoon of leaves, and simple guurlick fabled and abreeze, and so the fruit spins eons and greater fawning realizations. If it was given perchance a look that it does actually have like saphire light that is without blueish asks, lesser boughs keel and balk and besties look for the lowest mark, and coax when next the wicked wind, that throws this fruit from timid limbs and unfurls that one waxing pearl, the low hanging fruit artfully yearns.
She kept her secrets of love tucked away
In a shoebox, a forbidden affair
Protected deep in her innermost heart.
Their warm, playful, and inmost affection
Had blossomed in their youth, under a full
Moon that hung large in a sky scattered with
Millions of radiant magical stars.
But she had been promised to another.
Our love runs deep, though no one knows,
yet we cannot be together
because of society’s woes.
So cruel—our families clashing
like knights in a duel.
Still our love runs freely,
like a river that flows.
Like birds in the sky,
like snow and rain,
our love is forbidden—
do you feel my pain?
At night I cry,
howling at the moon.
Though time delays our meeting,
I will see you soon.
Why can’t we be together?
I don’t know why.
But we must persuade the world,
we must give it a try.
They need to see
our love is pure and true—
that your heart belongs to me
as mine belongs to you.
The two of us fell instantly in love
It came as a gift from heaven above
We had to keep our feelings hidden
For me falling in love was forbidden.
You wrote me a letter long, long ago
Exquisite writing from my youthful beau
But the letter had been opened and read
Causing my poor heart much sorrow and stress.
We were young, love was frowned upon
It became impossible, had to move on
I never saw you, not ever again
It wasn’t easy to live with the pain.
I wear your handwriting etched on my heart
Inked in vibrant colourfulness of art
Words I’ll cherish till the stars cease to shine
Written once upon an enchanted time.
The cosmos keeps misplacing you in my sky,
A planet too near, yet forbidden to collide.
Our paths redraw like stubborn lines,
Sacred geometry, cruel design —
Close enough to burn, too bound to defy.
We split one song through borrowed wire,
Two pulses climbing the same burning fire.
Your shoulder brushed the edge of mine,
And silence swelled like holy wine —
A hymn restrained by higher choir.
Years pass; the ink refuses to fade,
A letter sealed, a promise mislaid.
It sleeps like a blade beneath my bed,
Sharp with the words I never said —
A relic of vows we never made.
You stand in pews of different light,
I kneel where faith divides the night.
Yet still we trade our careful hellos,
While under our ribs a river flows —
An ark that aches but won’t take flight.
So we remain in measured spin,
Two orbits tight beneath the skin.
If speech were freed, we’d both give chase —
Undo the stars, abandon grace —
But gravity is God, and God won’t bend.
forbidden
show it to me please
I just want to touch it once
yes I’m your sister
but I won’t tell anyone
pretty please show it to me
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