First love is at its worst when it creeps
Sneaking and tangling its tentacles to my arteries
waiting
till it jolts me out of my solitary content into a
frenzy
and I become your typical doe-eyed, struck between
the eyes sighing ‘Woe is me’
building a sky high of clichés of devotion and
wonderment,
like I’d found my flawed affection,
a better wounded half of me that perfected my
imperfections,
a soul far deeper than a mate,
more of a soul reflection,
a half who
so enthralled yet never bothered to realize it was destined,
so I come to grips that even my patience has lost
its patience severing the connection
with a finality so dull at its edges am still left
cutting at a phantom affliction,
in vain I try to keep my eyelashes from fluttering
since having tattooed underneath my eyelids all the
could’ve beens
of finally
giving away my lips for that worthy imprint that’ll
make comets shoot out my toes and newborn stars streak through my hair,
our twisted limbs would grow roots so deep it’d
make the earths core weep at our satisfaction for one another
words like ‘You bewitched me body and soul’ we’d
make a daily prayer of for each other,
even after having grays in our hair we’d be so knee
deep in ardor, we’d revere the shadow of the other
yet the memory of him sinks like a rain soaked
cloak that am bound to wear
his memory roams with me as a yearning with an
aftertaste of despair
I awaken in a bed of cobwebs, a forgotten sleeping
beauty
I shake these old flowers petals off my jacket
panels
Shove a cork through the gaping hole in my chest
Wipe my lips from a thick coating that was his name
Though this love had crept and taken me possession,
I’ve overcome this mild obsession
an enlightened sense of sadness settles,
a thin film forms over my eyes blurring loves presence,
honeyed words that once came easily are diluted and
said out of compassion,
and staring back at my reflection I thought I saw bitterness’s
face,
when in fact therein my mirror was the lesson
I’d learned to recognize heartbreaks face
Nubian(Q) 