Sipping & Slipping

Sip goes the contents of the cup

Into my bloodstream & into

the cup sipped from the contents

slipping into the sip of my cup.

 

Slipping goes the sip of the mind

sipped from the slipping of the cup

drinking from a slip of the mind

cupped into the sip of my cup.

 

streaming goes the sip of the cup

contents slipping into the mind

slipped into the drinking of the sip

Sipped from the streaming of my cup.

 

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Strictly Writtly

I fantasize through words,

who and in which are just for us.

I wrote you a letter of meticulously

Masterfully written–from my distressed hands-

Sound, turned noise, turned

Spaces in between alphabet, begat from

Noise begat from whispers that we tell ourselves.

What’s in a name that gives physical structures an Identity?

Original from the rest, begat from the rest.

I fantasize about words

Turned into action, turned into distressed captured moments

of life we believe are truths.

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Nefertari’s Letters

Tell me something. Anything you’d like I enticed.

                                          I see you. Do you see me? 

I do. Tell me something. Anything you’d like, I begged.

                                                I need you. I want all of you.

                                                                    Tell me something. Anything you’d like. 

I think I need you too.

                                                                     Incredible. Beautiful. I do. I miss you. 

I smile when I think of you.

                                                                        A lost queen from a lost time. A queen                                                                      with a beautiful name. You are gold.

You’re my missing piece, I insist.

Tell me something.

                                                                        Yes Beautiful, as you wish. You have                                                                                    set my heart free. A royal queen who chose me. 

Tell me. I feel blessed. 

Tell me something. The paranoid feeling is back.

                        Breath, it’s OK. 

Tell me something? I ask through dark shadowy lenses.

                                                                       I’m excited to kiss you. To talk to you. To kiss you. 

I need you.

                                  I need you. I see you. 

Tell me something. I’m panicking.

                            You are Beautiful. 

 

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I am For You

Something happened when you left me alone in your room that day. Pacing the ground as I lay on your floor. Knees to my chest, head down and forward.

Your shrine became mine; I pray. With tears storming in the crevices; I lay. Still, I lay. I pray that you don’t find me here, in here; on your floor begging myself for forgiveness.

Something magical happened that day and before. The night became ours, I became yours. We play.

Rejoicing in the seconds that build the hours. Succumbing to a desire I don’t deserve.

Nevertheless, I’m yours.

Until time freezes. Until space decreases. Until the sun turns blue. Until the stars touch the moon.

Til dirt slowly evaporates. Til air quickly suffocates. Til love burns like hate.

Something happened that day when I left. Empty feelings of possession filled my essence. Universal suffrage brought partial happiness.

Longing. I long for something I’m not sure existed. Longing, I hold tightly onto non-existence. I suffer in happiness. I die in bliss. You die in vain. We die in pain.

You left me alone.

In your room. On your floor; in your space. Time turned absolute. My tears turned into streaming thoughts of truth. Here, you left me alone. And yet, here I am,

Still yours.

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