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ali 1d
Allow my ponderous hands to guide yours
And let the tips of your fingers linger
Longer along the depths of my shadowy halls
Until our souls shall meet

Lay your head boyishly on the bones of my collar
And I will rest mine tirelessly on yours
While our minds graze gracefully beside one another
Until my thoughts tangle with yours
And we doze to the same dream

Press your chest firmly against mine
Until the space between us is no longer
Until my heart can hear the faintest whispers of your heart
And at once, they beat to the same song
ali Dec 2020
if what a man wants
is to feel needed

called politely
by a nurturing nature

drawn in
by the feeling of warmth

welcomed widely
by arms that crave protection

summoned solely
by a heart that beats for security

of great use
to a girl
who is missing a couple of pieces

what then
is a woman to do
if she is already whole
  Nov 2020 ali
Emily Dickinson
1680

Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.
ali Nov 2020
A certain calmness
in the atmosphere
like a grasp of air
before a first kiss

A sensual sway
to the trees
as the leaves
unravel themselves

A kind of intimacy
as the streets
empty themselves
to give us privacy

A sort of solace
that does not compare
to the sight
of you setting

For when it is time
for you to go
everyone sees
and greets you goodbye

But as you wake
in the morning
you rise
just for me
I was always more of a sunrise person.
ali Nov 2020
perhaps I talk too much to the moon
and don’t listen enough to the universe

for I long for a love
too extraterrestrial
to ever find on this planet

perhaps a poet’s true fate
lies in solitude

for we yearn for connection
too shakespearean
to ever survive this modern day
I turn 21 on Saturday but feel around 70 if i’m honest.
ali Nov 2020
it is a privilege
to love you

and it is a pleasure
to be loved by you

are the words I wish
to someday say
ali Nov 2020
as the sun rises each morning
her hand slowly reaches
into her bedside drawer
searching for a face
to flaunt that day

she was told
it is unsafe for a girl
to walk the earth unguarded
unarmed to face exposure
to unknown threats

surgically and precisely
she plasters on
a new face for a new day
a new shield to protect her barest form
from polluted air and harmful rays

as the moon reveals itself each night
so does she
picking and peeling
parts of a face that were
plastered on too tightly

with each new face
unknowingly, she strips
more and more
parts of raw skin
that were truly hers
“Wear a mask”, they said.
She said, “I wear one everyday.“
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