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Posted by Aysha El Shamayleh | Filed under Poetry, Print
One day
I was sidewalk cracks,
Pick pocketing midnight freaks with drunken feet.
These men danced with the rain,
She was nickel of theirs that got stuck between my teeth.
Weird…
I never prayed for a man to leap over me,
Every once in a while,
I like dare myself to feel what it means
to be down-to-earth enough to get stepped on.
Whatever shine a nickel can have
I have downed in one gulp.
Whichever moon I craved
She has grabbed by its hair
And stapled on.
I think I’ve come to know her,
Better than I know myself.
I know
She is a revolutionary.
She wears her past on the dark side of her face
She has beheaded many men.
But made sure she stayed long enough to own their tales.
She has too much Venus specks.
She complains of stomach burns
Too much heat…
The supernova in her blood,
Kept her on the run
Until she got into the habit of stepping out of her footprints
Just for the sake of it.
Today,
I am high.
I live like crescents.
I stay away from falling out of grace
by biting on to the sky, and holding on..
I gurgle whatever darkness is out
Open my mouth just to taste its magnificence.
I’ve tried swallowing the heavens in breaths before
But last night I choked on stardust
in the static moment
following… “I love you”
I waited for the aftertaste of everything
…it wont come to me.
I might sound awkward
But some days…
Even when its undeserved
all anyone needs to be to someone
is something worth looking up to.
One Response to “untitled”
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Jenine Says:
November 27th, 2009 at 2:11 pmyou are everything worth looking up to.
