Like a mother knows her child, Like a reader knows his books I knew you inside out despite all the shields that you put. I knew what made you laugh, I knew what made you cry I knew what you wanted at 3 at night I knew that your mind was part *******, part church, the poles hidden behind swanky curtains that were a little out of touch. I knew what it was like to be with you at noon and night I knew everything about you, could’ve told you apart with a blindfold on, in room that was dark.
Behind all the light, it was a little gloomy, behind all the happiness , there was some fear. I guess that’s where I felt short in knowing you, my dear. For all the claims I make about knowing you in every way I never could’ve predicted the way we fell and frayed. Now we pass each other in the street and look away as if we weren’t there for each other at noon and night every day.
Kissing your door knobs Trying to find your light switch When I am with you I am home As soon as I come in you strip off all my clothes And let me know I am welcome here When I am with you I am an unlocked door Anything that is mine is yours The currents the drapes The window into a past from which I try to escape When we step into the shower And wash the world from each others backs I want you to be the only thing that takes their place We lay in bed and hum like microwaves Till ceiling fan finally falls asleep
I strip in front of my boyfriend Every now and then Not in a way you are imagining I do not undress Rather I unzip my jacket of emotions Which has been keeping me cold Even in the summer Uncovering my weird dark thoughts About suppression of woman He did not deny the existence I take off my clothes of silly questions Tricking him to satiate my hunger Of how terrific I am Sometimes, there is nothing left On my body I get as naked I can with him Throwing myself in the tub of truths As I like being that way with him Naked, upfront and honest Wearing stained clothes Makes me uncomfortable myself I would rather be there With him without anything Than with something that stinks
Even Aphrodite is an object to you? A goddess that lays ahead of us all curated In marble out of the hands of hundreds of men Worshipped by the thousands of women and children Why do you perceive beauty in a frail eye or a possession of your own And yet the “private parts” of hers were carved out of holy marble for the male gaze to seek and consume Because no beauty and lust came without the loss of innocence Never mind the power she held You still stripped her down And looked Grinned
Tis said Love's in the air Can you feel it Do you grab it
Tis not shallow But SOul-deep It's not narrow But vast-steep
This love is truest Love that won't waver This love is the answer GOD's love HE isn't just Love But TheLove The infinite So definite The Love of GOD- the source of pure love None can compare This which strips our hearts bare Of impurity From now till infinity