~far from your poetry ~~~~


he is writing poetry
the young man walking Sudan

and he steps with a rhythm run through his design
verse pacing across manifestos of day onto day

of slinky silky words
wanting to be parted by my aching fingertips

to look between the fractures of phrase
and slip deep into the nuances

of lazy-lid glances
slanting against the arch of bedroom doors

to press
between my hungry fingertips

and feel the weight in character
of sandals bound to immigrant dreams

dust clouds
inhaled and settled deep in the lungs

I sup on his poetry
slicing and placing delicately

on my tongue sweet morsels
of mistresses chasséing in pleated skirts

sipping the irony of mad lovers
wet on my lips

I am leaning into his poetry
Je murmure

let me be the beat of the rolled newspaper
slapping your palm

let me be the forgotten thread
torn from the hem of your shirt

and buried in the yellow sand




~~....inspired by the poetry of k.eltinae ~~


jeannerené 11.06