He's a darling.
He's a star.
Starplayer
Playing with my heart
Playing with it's beat
Beating like a drum
Drum
Drumming through a song
A song of endless tune
Tune to me
To me, my love
My love, you'll be gone
Gone to another land
Landing in your hometown.
To my secret love,
Love that is unknown
Unknown to you and the world
The world will drown it down
Down to my lonesome nights
Nights I'll dream of you
Dream
Dream
I dream you dream of me too.
Good bye.
I love you.
I'll miss you.
I hope I'll see you again.
And again
And again.
And again.
I hope one day,
One day
I'll be yours
Yours to love.
Love.
Love and hold.

I want to softly whisper
incomplete poems
on your collar bones
that don't rhyme with anything
but your heavy breathing.

I want to bury my face
in the curves of your neck
because you smell like the winter clouds
and I've been gazing at the sky
since you left.

How can I miss,
long for, lust
after skin I haven't
ever touched?

I stand in front of the mirror,
Not used to what I see.
Because I’m a child,
In a woman’s body.

I used to be skinny,
Straight up and down.
I’ve sprouted a chest,
And a frown.

I don’t understand,
Why I have these hips.
I’m really worried,
About my angry fits.
  
I’d give anything,
To be a child again.
To have self-esteem,
At the age of eleven.

Oh!  There it is!
The blood of my Mothers’
Sins
Blossoming on
My white sheets
Like a bouquet of English roses.
A shame -
Laundry day had
Been yesterday.  

My thighs have been painted
Rouge -
They blush
Like my cheeks
When my gaze
Lingers on my body
Too long in the mirror
As I put on my Sunday dress.

The needles in my
Lower back fill my
****** with blood -
I am a woman now -
And as such I must
Wake before the sun
And wash my sheets
And my body
Before anyone has a chance
To smell the iron and the shame
Between my legs.  

I have never been so
Acutely aware of my body:
My sore ******* feel like
Overripe tomatoes ready to burst,
My stomach bloated and taking up
Space I’m told is not ladylike -
My head throbs, my limbs ache, and
I continue to shed my insides.
How is it I never noticed
The cry of my body before?

A week of blood
Before I have served my sentence
For a woman
Who dared to disobey -
I clean the stains
And wash myself
Away.

To feel your mouth
on top of my mouth
your succulent lips
pressed into my lips
both of our tongues
speaking in tongues
feeling the weight of your body
pushing down on top of my body
feeling each other
dissolve into each other
souls mating forever
hope this feeling ends; never.

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
MATLOOB BOKHARI

When the first time I met you
You were like a nymph from heaven
I looked  into your eyes
And forgot everything else

Then I remembered
I loved you  many times before,
Before coming here, I had promised
You are all I ever wanted

People only ever want to ask me about
the poetry -
those verses about
busted up noses in outer space;
about the pros working
way down passed
the corner of Broad and Main;
about fistfights and hard, hard drinking.
But I built a flowerbed this weekend...
Twenty two tastefully irregular stone blocks
in a crescent moon shape,
filled with the blackest of soils.
The sweat of toil.
The digging.
The planting.
Exotic grasses. Asian maybe?
Purple and yellow flowers.
Zinnias or some **** thing.
All covered in a thick blanket of brown mulch.
It's a fine thing to have dirt on your hands
instead of blood.
No one ever asks me about flowerbeds.