She’ll cut her own words open, to gut them of any sentiment
Leaving all and any notions crushed under her foot like sediment
Strung up inside her heartstrings, she suffocates her feelings;
Lets them feed upon nothing to regurgitate the empty.
Her eyes are hollowing, all edges sharp and blunt
With a gaze that howls like death, aching for your touch
To **** you with her deliberate rejection.

A capitalist with her affection.

-SLuR

Virility,  
Engorged veins, webbed around mounds of musculature
Bound to the role, like notations inked on tablature;
Harmonious oppression, swallowed down like rejection
Buried underneath years of brainwashing-  
Shampoo and deep condition.  

Fragility,  
Masculinity is found, dug out from depths of sensitivity.
Emotional vulnerability held open to harness forceful energy.
Washed by one hand, you turn and cleanse the other;
For strength not only travels through engorged veins
But, also carves paths from heart to brain, brothers.

-SLuR

On the stage
is the one
he is not

smiles shakes hands
holds close and tight
he is right on spot.

Hides the real face
speaks and shares
like he is a saint

blamelessly white
open in the light
without a taint.

Busy in the act
to keep away the fact
he is on guard

audience gloats
over crisp anecdotes
any dissent debarred.

From a distance
some in silence
read it in bold

the gore in the glory
the gaps in the story
and all that's untold.

On a golden bedding
Spread for you by June -
Silken, fresh tedding
Beneath a sluggish noon .
Ah! Your fragrant silhouette
In a blink of my eye!

But we are in the winter
Now,
The time to surrender
To the stories that unfold
Of the children and the old
Adding cold to cold
Around a hearth of clay

As I look through the window pane
I glimpse a scarlet tourist train
Across the scintillating snow
Coloring the leaden no-show
That shut him out from the rainbow.

Oh! Your fragrant silhouette
On a summer wheat show!


© LazharBouazzi, January 21, 2018