Poetry
September 29, 2024
11:02am
and what if i did?
what if i flung myself
– sick, sin-stained, sorrow-blackened –
upon these Humaliwo valleys
and tumbled
down
down
down
until i were embraced by the bushes
along with the animals who take shelter
from the stringent sun
i would allow myself to feel and be so loved, finally,
and their vines would grow into my veins
pumping within them whatever potion they possess
that allows them to live so trusting
of Beadahá’s divine placement,
never wanting to be someone or somewhere else.
just here.
i would lie there for evermore
or at least long enough to absolve us both
because we are not, my dear, the worst sinners in the world.
only two humans whose hands feel currents when they brush
whose green-brown and blue eyes feel fire when they meet too long
two souls who couldn’t handle coming together at the wrong time
and wouldn’t take “never” as an answer
and so they met under the dark forbidden to give in to unrestrained love,
love so insuppressible they were willing to break a most sacred vow,
if only for one night
your eyes forever as cool as the midnight water we swam in
and bare skin as glowing as the waning gibbous that illuminated us
under which you showed me something real, my only one i really want
but i was right and you’ve forgotten me now
or perhaps saw something you didn’t like anymore,
maybe you’re scared of the change this would require,
but when the vines fill my veins with their potion
i will climb back up the canyon
to you
and share the secrets i found in the valley if you let me
so we can be the ones to get it right for each other
and for our child
i hope that you will come to me too
with your own canyons of lessons
and when we touch again we’ll fill our veins together
with all our newfound wisdom
because hué doesn’t just stop flowing and our love doesn’t just stop
it doesn’t
it doesn’t
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