the thing about me
is that I crave intimacy.
but I've grown up in this way
of believing that two people can never really connect
when there's fabric between their bodies
so I part my lips,
and I kiss your skin,
desperate to feel like I am part of something.
I listen to our breaths
and feel our bodies synchronize,
reaching out with my mind,
hoping somehow it'll mingle with yours.
But two souls can't connect
when it's just another, "fuck."
and when I open my eyes,
I allow guilt to settle in
vulnerable and naked,
with remnants of burning fingers on my skin.
Kissing my neck
Your hands firmly grasping my body
The word "virgin"
Echoed from my lips to your body
Your faulty reassurance
Words I'm sure are all too familiar
To your perfect and deceiving lips
Oh, meaningless love
You will never be love
Your contagion so deceiving
in the old neighbourhood
I had never felt more beautiful
But I am afraid now
as you stalk near.
My words are naked babies
and I must run.
Swifter beasts than me
have not survived
across the savannah.
You too struck
quick as lightning.
Do they willingly give up
their bodies and blood?
Are they all too happy
to submit to death?
I just wanted to get out alive.
shinny bodies only...
met because of GOD needs
the man i am of yours...
the great lover...
strong one whom you need..
here we are together...
alone no one with us...
only me and you...
there where we can make ...
all what our hearts and bodies needs...
all desires all lust we will get...
there we are...
where that GOD sent both us...
to be there naked...
naked as the day we were born...
when GOD created us...
created into our souls a great lust...
lust that never go away from inside...
lust that could give more happiness to the both...
to get its completeness...
till both melts...
so no more great lust than they gets..
as humans we are...
as a lovers we are...
as our GOD needs...
so come baby...
come and don't waste ...
what we created for...
created to live a happiness...
created for love...
created to make great love...
created to make happiness through our lust..
let me unzip you all..
all what hide your body ..
your sweet excited body ...
to dance together ...
body to body ...
naked bodies ..
through our sweet souls ...
till we get lust ...
hazem al jaber ...
The unnecessary repetitions
of your bodies breathing
it climbs the stairway
of the spine
tripping over and over
on the same creaking step
find themselves in missing sheets
that hung from the seems
on backyard linings
until the ghosts of the ground
took them for their sacred dinings
reminders written into sticky notes
posted on the walls of the skull
I look at you
the way your shoulders extinguish the sleepy light
your freckle sitting just so
below unaware taunt lips
like any other
not worthy of weak knees and blooming cheeks
as though (impossibly) aware
of the slow furling burn
that is so sweetly
turning me to dust
We are waves of people
We don't accept defeat
Carrying generations of their blood
Etched on the palms of our hands and the soles of our feet
We defy the laws of gravity, our cosmic bodies in orbit always revolving
We possess a transformative skin
Continuously moving, constantly evolving
Current crashing, ripping through the earth
Roaring tides behind us, our vicious flood fights
The foundation of millennial’s - conscious, violently beautiful beings
Our loud waters, impossible to ignore, amorously painting our rights
The right, the will, the intense appetite
Flavored by salty words with a sweet impulse for action
Drowning all numbness, consuming the calm which once was
Thinking like philosophers, walking like warriors, as they record our reaction
Thin, musty white air trying to cover the shifting blue hues
The water never stops moving
the ripples inconceivably vast,
Our wave leaves masterpieces of celestial proportions
Our space is here now,
our tomorrow will not echo the past
Ours roots are planted and grown in our cities
Perfectly immortalized in a valiant state of existence
We are waves of people, waves of voices
A digital age of collective resistance
"Life imitates art"
As if the wasteland we call being alive
could become something so beautiful,
full of vision, voice and hope.
As if this hell could write symphonies
about the flames that infect our soil.
As if a pile of bodies
who felt their lives would amount to nothing
could be a masterpiece in a museum.
Life does not imitate art, it opposes it.
We all do know this is true
That life one day we must leave
By a gruesome unwilling way
Or by the time of aging naturally
But the thing I must now implore
Is your thoughts on a life after this
As I lay unmoving in my stony grave
Will my soul feel as if it's amiss?
So mermaids, humans, elven and wolves
Please give me a piece of your time
What do you think become's of our souls
While our bodies rest buried beneath lime