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Allesha Eman Jun 4
I massage the black seed oil into my hair
love the way it reminds me of my mother's fragrant laugh
And the way her soft hands stretch the dough
And she sprinkles kalonji onto it where the melting butter
welcomes the seeds with open arms

I braid this ocean breeze into my itching scalp
Thinking of how she would sit me down
And run her fingers through my knotted hair
After I played outside without a care
And I would shriek in pain with every pull,
desperate to leave her grasp
But she would pour the mustard seed oil onto her palms
And I would be transported into her tough love

Now I think about those moments,
And the pain feels like distant menthol induced haziness
Instead, all I feel is my back against her warmth

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Kalonji - Black Seed/Onion Seed
ScaryGary Mar 30
Remember, it takes a hell of a lot of coal, trees, and gasoline to produce and move electricity. It also takes a hell of a lot of electricity, trees, and coal to produce gasoline. Same can be said about coal. It takes a lot of trees, electricity and gasoline to produce coal. Hello? Knock knock. Anyone home? Add in helium and other gases too.
The plateaux and caverns which map
my cognitive landscape correspond
by virtue of something; something
determines the salience of beliefs
and their ability to traverse this
intractable surface.
CallMeVenus Nov 2021
My identity is
both water
and oil


                    It does not stick


Sometimes if i pour it in a bottle and shake really well,
for a few moments
I pretend that the SMALLER i get
oli bubbles to be,
the more blended it looks

I shake and I shake
But separation always comes back
J Lobo Oct 2021
Heady is its scent
this here Bulgarian rose
Dazed men walk drowning
Inspired by a article: https://visitmybulgaria.com/the-rose-valley/
hazem al jaber Jul 2021
Oil Massage ...

warm soft ...
sweet oil ...
let it runs ...
all over you ...
from the neck ...
until it reach ...
the end ...
of your feet ...
to start over you...
with my golden hands ...
a great sweet massage ...
that you need ...
and always asked me ...
to do ...
to let you happily fly ...
to another world ...
with every move ...
of my hands ...
to every part of you ...
from your neck ...
until reach your feet ...
and in between ...
with a warm oil ...
and my hands ...
let me pour ...
and run ...
to travel ...
with your body ...
with every line ...
as i do every night ...
traveling with crazily ...
with desires ...
just to touch you ...
this sweet body yours ...
until i get you ready ...
to give up ...
with this body ...
for me ...
to be both ready ..
for all positions ...
of love ...

let me pour oil ...
let my hands ...
runs all over you ...
to make for you ...
a great massage ...

are you ready sweetheart ...
just let us run now ...
let's make it love ...

hazem al ...
Man Apr 2021
on the wall
hung a clock
melting in the day's ire
running toward the ground,
it ran fast sometimes
and occasionally
mind numbingly sluggish

in the washbasin
the rags i wore
soaked in a soapy stillwater
waiting for the wash
that these tired hands
must do

these blemished hands
how they hurt
strained from work
like the oil stains
on his shirt
they are worn
they are torn
and are without comforting
though his resolve is strong
his will is weak
from the havoc wreaked
from a life of low pay
struggling to live
week to week
knowing you deserve better
Coralie Marie Feb 2021
a kelp forest fire
man-made pelagic demise
the vengeful tides rise
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