Undefeated

You watch meClouded in your misguided, musingsThat I lie in a heap nightly,Covered in fear and worryAs you wait, like aVulture to devour the last of meAnd yet, your gaze holdsReproach,You don't know what to do with meMy sheathed talons scare youMy gait, makes your insides quiver,So I will wake, glorious thatI, survived you, and…

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Healing

In this lifeI too have been unkindWhen my heart has been so tornShredded and discarded.And I have slain others as I foughtTo gather the piecesSome lost foreverAnd others too scarred.In the healing that came afterI have realisedThat in this lifeI have not been gentle at timesAnd I have sat with my callous wordsChocked on the…

Pain

PainWill latch on to youLike ink on paperAnd it will bleed throughEverything you doIf your mind isn't able to move on. And soon you stainYour stepsYour breathYour interactions. NinaM

Set

Did you watchAs the hues of herWinding down bathed the canvas?Did you seeAs she bargained For one more minute orange burned to red?Did you watchAs they stoodPoised to snap, paint, and record her exhale?Did you noticeThat when she wakes againHer eyes glitter and she watches the moon? NinaM

Tonight

Flip you overEager and tenderOur gazes mellowFingers twinedPressing closerBacks arch for a better reachHips rollingSensous, we tumbleWhispered names ring loudScraping teethBalanced feet on tippy toesDrip, droplets trickle and spatter on moundsHummed words slip past bitten lipsQuiet demandsThe sails roar as the tide crashes. NinaM

Second chances

As I sit across from you I wonderDo those eyes glitter the sameAs I sit across from you I wonderDo those lips sigh the sameAs I sit across frok you I wonderDo those are miss my skin the sameAs I sit across from you I wonderDoes that body hum the sameAs I sit across from…

To dance

In a sea of writhing caricaturesThe pair oozed passionEntranced in each otherTheir souls  burnedTheir hearts followedTheir minds ledTheir blood incensed with rhythmClad in dazzling paintsClothed in the love of their cultureCozy in the movements of traditionsCarried in cradle of timeTapping fast feetSpinning wide skirtsRhythmic cowrie shell cracksRed strings circles as music swellsIn a pool of…

Feel

How does it feel?When my finger traces the line of your lipHow does it feel?When you watch me lowered lashes heavyHow does it feel?When your mouth parts with a sighHow does it feel?As I lean in like a moth to a flameHow does it feel?When I press my finger on that softnessHow does it feel?As…

Stuck

To exorcise hurt, you speak of itBut I know mine won't be heardThe very person who hurt won't see no wrongI want to speak of the scars that I carryBut willing my mother so will hurt herSo then I must tell another of the hurtBut if another person knows of her wrongsThen they know too…

Ancestors

History doesn't remember blood,It remembers names.No, I beg to differ,My history is steeped in crison.Hounded by voices of convictionI dream and wake to memories.Hearing a yesterday brushed under carpetsI sink into the calling whispers.Because my history is rememberedRaining red in every word I utter.To denounce my ancestors drumbeat chantsIt so cut off the very ties…