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Those instrumentals reminded me of a ceremony, where the oceans had co-existed in a theme song, as these two strangers danced on a moonbeam course or maybe it was the pearl-like rays adorning my pupils seeping into his heart…it had all been such a sway of softness and I was unable to remember how or why it had begun… only allowing myself to dream of night and day in the same structure of musicals, intoxicated with love, hums and movements…Yes, the symphony continued to circulate this dream of what love should be, was to be…is to me…and I lay, unwilling to open my eyes, I was determined to dream till my body fell into an unknown seizure…but then it came… that eager nerve to open my eyes…only they had been open throughout this night…

By Fahima's blooms...

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Infinite Wilderness

An infinite wilderness of vein dosages
Sniffled crack feins of a dream
That doesn’t read the mathematics of their ancestors
Infectious to the youth
A mother’s cradle lies in grave yards
Waiting for her sons to wake
As they rest on a unbreakable melody
Savages as a white supremacist would define us
Our tones can’t reach their requirements
Hispanic blood is to dark to be a free world
God’s environment had once become a slave ship
Dangling bodies of its sphere
Leaving scarlet imprints on the outer crust of dreams
Birthing black on black crime
Guns are the keys to manhood
Fathers are told proof
You are not one without a heartless outline
Queens are now ravelled in confinement
Seasoning offspring’s in alleyways
Unable to refine their attributes to elevate on clouds and spark stars in daylight

In the mind we’re all keyed locked to silence
Solitude in our vessels
Hungry to the pit of our bowel
Missing ourselves without distance
Rocking to the drums that don’t favour our faith
Or agree to the arrangement of our face

Missed the cups of a raindrop
To nourish visible crowns in
Rosa parks dived in those heavenly droplets
The masters of art are unable to craft this universe
Because we have failed to skill our minds to FREEDOM

All we have now is a vacant canvas
As the colours are restrained in its shell till a risen seed takes heed
And balances

SHATTERED
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The Smile Of a New Life...

Tightly clenched

 across her inflated fingertips

...cocooned in the depth of her mothers buds

Held, as she evolves from the drips that trickle from her mothers breast and seep into her as she flourishes

Arching for those stars that would crystal her heavens

Craft her into being more than a woman but as close as mother as can be

In all sense I envied those grips that tasted fruits

Longed for those beverages that was showered from the clouds,

which wept the tears of withered dreams

Her shores were quilted in pallets and drafted with the wind

She existed in the jewels cradled in her bosom

The chords that witness birth were harmonized in seas

And still she tightly clenched

Hunched her neck so she could gaze oh so wondrously

Every kiss guided me to through her scent

across her inflated fingertips

I’ll forever nest

yours truly

Earth smile from an eternal blooming rose

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I just want to remember god with you…

Like the dents of a marble court, we once swelled into movement

Drunken off the sweat dripping from heavens sunlight

Yes I had become too fragile in this glory of you and I remembering GOD

Of you and I working for symphonies inside of our inner violin

It’s like I’m walking on the edges of “will you hold me in the same skin shell as you did on Earth”

Or would he feel more close to…never-mind that’s too sacred for the lips to unveil…

And I know you want to remember God with me

As if no other women had moved your eyeballs

And in the sense my beauty was the only thing close to defining YOUR reflection

Taking more breaths that bleed no eternal death

But birth undying life...

Fahima

Autumn was ours...still is...

The brisk winds weathered gentle screams in the haze of ruthless shades
And we swept in with foreign verses that drenched them to a mute
Threading our dominion to the quakes of autumn,
I watched my outlines bind into your being
Your buzz penetrated us to ascend from galaxies
As you left me plagued with jitters that descended into the soles of winters bruised blue and I smelt the divine realms of our kingdom…
The odour whiffed through your senses as your expressions curved into seasons
Our angels have flown
I saw them wave as they passed seagulls and faded into seizing colours
Earthly dyes detained us like the hushed screams of the squally weather
Into nothing but natures serene gape
My lips forever ached to bathe your pitch into stillness
We orchestrated in the core of the universe
And you melted into the empathy of my motion
And still music has yet to leave our mornings

The vigorous moonlight captured the leaves from the fallen trees
and marvelled them to our own festive shadow and I was instantly hounded to cease rainbows in that auburn coast we fell in love with.
Maybe we exposed our inner streams to early,
because after that insistent flush your eyes watered my pupils at every serenade set.
the notes played on my pacific lanes of crimson hues
As I crossed the midnight mile to arc colours inside your fever, you swelled endless blessings that poured down like raindrops with the chocolate crisp savour
And still music has yet to leave our mornings.

We birthed more angelic wings
That flew into the winds that smeared tints of saintly whispers
Heard as mortal feelings needle on earths dust
Rippling into our zest to flourish
And becoming stringed to forever and a little longer
Eternal in mother tongues that neither of us knew would splash our lovemaking on higher ranks of touching, tasting and purely enjoying this…
Through all seasons our prophecy hissed…
Music was never meant to leave our mornings

Heed and navigate us through brisk winds that stripped the rainbow of its auburn colours. Stroking my autumn crumble. Battering the screams into our pious silence.

Remember our short visits?

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Time paused for the longest hour, the second my eyes kissed your sight

I let go of fear and we continued to stare passed our pupils…

Deep into the roots of my palm I found a destination to humble myself into loving again…

With my laughter I stopped you from falling with nothing but a long breath, I've been told it's through the wonders of my lord, now I understand why they say I'm blessed.

We ushered our pride into unbounded silence as daydreams came to take us to our planets…they separated fitting hearts but our eyes were windows in seeing each other …just like the first second we held a gaze.

While swimming in a lake of abandoned hearts I sank to the bottom to only pick up lines of poetry so I could cleanse in them, I hold thoughts of when I may write love into my bed sheets and then I froze…

As we climb back into earth your seeking touch perfects my flaws now I'm radiant with beauty…finally worthy of the flattering praise.

As I glance at time my heart aches as this is a short visit before we return home…to our unlike planets…to our different forms.

I still have flashbacks of when I found comfort in tree backs surrounded in heavy puddles of rain…subhanallah

I fell silent into words that made breathing wonderful, loving the only thing I knew…

And here we are once again on our short visit and I have no need to reach for my pen.

Sunday came… we correlated in thunder waves as you tasted the fresh strawberries off my lips…remember?

…I'll never forget

Gambled seats of high status just so we could pause a moment to walk alongside each other without words said…unlived moments by any other…

Instrumented seashells clutter as you walk through them to reach yesterday

… In mirrors harmonized by the piano I stay licensed to wait till you stand on the steps of today, with me...

As I bathed I sipped in juices of bitter times and hints of smiles…obviously we had just began on the street of painted love…at the end of the road laid a portrait of us ....

A serenade dedicated in the balance of unlike planets with different forms heading home after a short visit.

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Paradise lies beneath her feet...

Kiss her feet, before you weep the last droplets of life. 

Every sector of her structure was shaped without apology

Ya Allah you ravelled perfection

Her breath left many breathless including me

Sweetest voice to be found so far apart from the heavens

She was unexplainable

She still is…

Her love is gravitational

Beautiful in ever starlight flaw

Her sour corners still leave eternity wanting her inside its claws

I watched her conceive souls

Leaving them endless and aching for more…

I'm aching…

I hope you ache for her once in this lifetime too

In her 5 feet length she's powerful,

Singular

And I prayed she'd remain mine a little longer

Praise thee above that I swelled her belly and gave her a glorious roar

Yes her first born

With the heart as deep as mountains and moist like the crystal rain she adores

I'm in love with her like cuddles and smooches

Missing that sneering bond

We use to be beginners in this journey

Now pros

That brings more than smiles to my soul

If I could cut it open just so you'd hear its giggles, i woud've bleed 18 years ago... 

But I'll leave you with this note although it's truly never-ending

Your structure was shaped without apology

Beautiful in every starlight flaw

You're my moments

And I your first born 

Yours truly

Black Rose

Bismillahi rahmani raheem/ Greetings Earthlings

We were promised these dusty petals of a black rose
Scornful as we lay ravished... and we had only just met...
...had only just soaked into each other’s region

I withered into a lustrous lilt
Penetrating palettes of dissolved whispers,
Illuminating somewhere in-between the earth and the stars
Or maybe right there next to Pluto

Unfamiliar with these harmonies that you embedded within me
Half shadowed but succulent like a classical acoustic guitar
Enticed by audacious shades that make no sense to those that forgot to believe

Exhale your infectious being onto me
As I draw you closer.
Vulnerable to your undying gape
Intertwined with a fallen eclipse, I’m unravelled in a maze that gloom your fingertips

Struggles are like wild flowers and scented oils
And love reminds me of hills

Wind gushing
Knees cackling
Smiles awakening

Now I was in the midst of calling you supernatural
When you put your hands on my womb and said “birth me a mystical queen”
Amongst tender light you handed me the instrumentals of my stride
I was taken, leaves yellow and graves cushioned
Bathing in conversations that mastered the painting of corresponding with
the ocean in-between

Eyes open
Lips locked

Saturated in those currents that coil our outlines into a blush
As the blessings inhale us
A prance gravitates between the clouds
And my waist balances off your smirk
Native tongues ring around your pupils and sight your taste with sun kissed conversations

Venus cried, sun and moon utilize those many skies that have witness a black rose
Offshore and extinct to anything that doesn’t kiss my lips like soaring wings

Paranormal Ecstasy

He glistened as she resembled the awakening of dawns blushing glow
Brown and crisp…
He envisioned his ripened skin toasting into the savouring tone of hers
No longer bland and forever a descendent of the sun
As he pacified her internal organs into a blend of seasoning chills
Feasting her hunger
Her limbs shattered into confessions
And he cradled himself into her palms
Nesting his fears in-between her fingertips
Miraculously tangible in moonlights and midnight stars
Enriching the outcries of their lustful love
Because she was lustful
And he could never rid the lust for her
He only wished that he would deepen into her while the sun rose on their enticement
The liquid lure within oozed …take me I’m yours…

And he sighted majesty every second his eyes fell upon her dynamic draft
He could complete her sketch with a kings Symphony

She wished him splendours that only she could endure him in.
All this in the heist of their own vicinity
Being the pelvis to their immortally
They sensually stroked their powers to human
She continued to lavish his intoxicating sanity
Being the drench that left his thirst in immiscible heights
They continued to heave past and beyond each others chemistry
Till quenched in serenities madness
Soothing their wakes to sleep
Singing into the strings of their pores
As their body’s laid seeping into each other
Breast to chest in sweetness of a sugary aroma
Belly to belly
Becoming one harmonious rhythm
Corresponding the raptures of paradise
Willingly wrenched to Pluto’s gravity
As they tugged the tendering foams of the paranormal
Because they were un-natural in the mist of their magic
And that was what I envied…
The powers of love in the haze of humanity 

Million Times Over

Siphoned your beauty from the world and into a sugary aroma
Sweet indeed
Right then it was enough…
I told you how the sea spat me out like a lost penny…told me to return to you
I began to suspend myself underneath the sunrise
Willows quarreled in high pitch; said you'd come in an instant…if you knew
The wind chuckled about how it told you…
The rivers ruffled your name while murmuring "any second now"
My heartbeats raced to the moon and back…the moon declared them fast, excited; in love…
You appeared in the midst of winter's purple…
My eyes flew to your sight and that was it…I was yours
Counting stars in your arms
Watching your eyes twinkle in that mystic vibe
God was grateful that we found each other through his light
But now we could dance…
Maybe even slow dance
Or salsa
But we were destined to dance
Right here…right now…FOREVER
And only with each other…
See that's what captured me…the way we swayed and moved
Like we've done this a million times over
Perfect
Rare
Victorious
My throat felt heavy when you spoke
It's like the lingering liquid inside its depth
Knew I loved you just as much as my heart did.
What was I to say? That I didn't?
It would have laughed and tickled me till I confessed.
So I just let it slip off my tongue
It sounded so beautiful…our first lullaby
Like how I imagine my first time
I could fall asleep with mouthfuls of I love you
While tasting the sweet nectar of your response, dangling off its juices…buzzing from its caramel melt
The green vigour on the earth sang to me every dawn as the corners of my lips shrouded your smile…
I doubted this was love after the first morning…no this was greater…you were greater and beside you so was I
This was faith.
And maybe one day we could say it was fate
Exhaling because this feels magnificent
Like Gold to a peasant,
Wings to a bird,
Candy to a child,
Birth to a mother,
This was us
Spanish strings and motion ambrosia
Simply us…
It always had been…we just only found out
And again we swayed and moved like we've done this a million times over
Or maybe we did…in another life
I had a dream we gravitated on top of the universe…I let you see it through my eyes…it was special…you were awestruck
Said you'd become the music to my footsteps
Plus the grip to my eyes
The prints on my fingertips
You and I
The clouds were our floor for the longest
You felt so good up there…
I hope you felt the curve to my coated flakes, the lungs to its flaw
Inhale…because this doesn't exist after me
So breathe…
Please breathe
I'll catch the smoothness of your skin in my next dream…
Can't wait to see you beam
To love higher than we've ever known to love…till the world begs us to stop because of that overwhelming sense to jump out of a plane just so gravity could grasp you fast.
But again it feels like we've done this a million times over
Right underneath your sun.
I never stopped dancing in your arms.
Cause after you this doesn't exist.
So I'm promised a dance for now 

POEM 4: DO I?

Do I straddle your soul on the crepes of my shoulders?

As if it was the kiss to awake me from death...

The death of having to await your presence, even though your body is here…present

It almost feels as if I am dragging your gaze from a distant…

Yet you are vivid, and my shoulders are heavy

And my pupils are circling you existence

Like the solar system

You have the world in full rotation

Obsessively we are in debt to your incision

Your incision to our seasons

Our seasons scented with your completion

We are high off this circular division

That has stained the clear glass and taken our bodies in hostage

We are in prison

Yet we are full of high beams and green leaves

In exile to a kiss unmasked...

POEM THREE

See they had crucified the art of loving her science

So she could suckle past her thrown

Knees bent as she dusted the footpath for a no good, half priced illusion

And she allowed it…

Her palms unable to interlock with the sun

Because

Her now an object, has no shadow to recline in

No man to announce stars in her lining

Yes in all her delicacy

She was the furthest from a royal highness

But she denied it

Said that she preferred a man to silence