One

Only
That Illumined
One
Who keeps
Seducing the formless into form
Had the charm to win my
Heart.

Only a Perfect One
Who is always
Laughing at the word
Two

Can make you know

Of

Love.

– Hafiz

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Immortal

who was it that said
‘if a poet falls in love with you,
you can never die’?

well then.

I would rather be silenced forever
than immortalise another man
so unworthy of my love

Fathers by Proxy

Will you remember her name in your mouth,
amidst your modest,
yet gratified smiles, among
the exaltations and the platitudes,
or will her face reverberate
across your consciousness, as their homages
honour you
as a man –
as a father?

why would you… should you?

your boys are blood,
and my girl is mine;
you don’t run through her veins,

and so, you’re absolved,
nothing expected, nothing owed,
every promise implied or absolute,
dissipates like smoke in the breeze –

except not for her

so, erase my girl,
let her see her existence is the sum of
a profile on your Netflix account,
ceasing to be, at the click
of a button,

yet here she still stands.

forget what you offered,
extrapolate yourself from the
binds of love,
a figure of a father and
a future,

water not blood

maybe it’ll go unnoticed
after all, she cannot know
what she does not know.

go now.
take it all away, leave
no word or reason:
you are instantly released;
contract null and void,

because this responsibility is not yours.
this fault belongs to me,

see, you were everything I’ve come to expect;
abandoning me makes no difference: my battle-worn
heart can take it,
but for a moment, I thought we had
‘always’;
I thought we had family, so I gambled
with her love too

collateral damage?

I cannot reconcile this for her,
I can’t make her understand,
see, I taught her to love with an open heart;
I taught her that
we are responsible, always,
for those we tame,

but, fathers,
by proxy or by blood,
have taught us both
about absence,
about
empty hope;
that the only safe harbour

we will ever have –

unwavering,
constant,

blood or water,

is
our mother.

For Women who are Difficult to Love

For Women Who Are Difficult to Love
by Warsan Shire

you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.

 

I seem to be …

I seem to be a brief light that flashes but once in all the aeons of time — a rare, complicated, and all-too-delicate organism on the fringe of biological evolution, where the wave of life bursts into individual, sparkling, and multicolored drops that gleam for a moment… only to vanish forever.

~ Alan W. Watts