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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