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Naz D.S Poem
Love
it excludes me
I’ve never felt my heart flutter much
Seldom felt heat pool in my stomach,
or a yearning for another’s touch.
I’ve dreamt of a gorgeous white dress, a chilling symphony
and a vow uttered with utmost sincerity
I’ve dreamt of tremulous heat and desire Heaven could not rival
a thundering heart beneath my tentative fingers.
Of a connection formed by something almost primal.
For my mind had relied
a standard I could not abide
In all ways but love
we have pride in logic
In all ways but sex
we disgust in the animalistic
Failings detached from my will
remove meaning from moments that haunt me still,
Your hand leading mine to dance, erasing all fear
Our laughter bringing forth insatiable glee and levity
Lending Your sleeve to wipe away my ever-welling tears
Excitement that bordered on mania as Our voices overlayed in a mutual symphony
Sitting side by side, Your shoulder pressed into mine.
A brash belief in a future as Our hands intertwined
and faced the ever callous tide of time
All lacking, all wastes
For it didn’t lead to passion and unscrupulous desires of the flesh.
For it remained unquestioned and chaste
But if I could be so bold as to indulge in the warmth of your hand, to hold it to my heart
to know you’ll never be beyond notion
and be who makes your smile stretch ever wider
To offer devotion
all without true obligation tethering us together
and wish for your company until death do us part.
Could I consider that selfishness love?
Copyright © Naz D.S | Year Posted 2023
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Naz D.S Poem
There are flakes of black stuck to my palm
remnants of the bottle’s cheap paint
clinging to the rich warmth of my veins
It isn’t a surprise to find my water bottle in such a state
simply another thing of mine that’s far past its prime
Folders broken at the spine and
laces long soiled in muck
Hole ridden socks
and well-worn sweaters
A price for the stability I’ve struck
and reminders of what I must still weather
I brush my hand on my thigh
firmly as to rid the flakes from the ridges of my skin
As one would the guts of a fly
and as thoroughly as dispelling the guilt of sin
I know the flakes remain on me
But my sweatpants are black, so
I can retain my dignity to a certain degree
Copyright © Naz D.S | Year Posted 2023
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