no matter how many layers
she uses
it’s useless
for me
shes always nude
and she knows it

but
i address her
as if
i havent undressed her

as if cotton is covering her color
as if i cannot see
she is a sea of brown
as if i have not breached her shore

she is speaking
and i pretend she still has secrets
otherwise there’d be nothing to say
so i preserve
the myth
the mystery

but

no matter how many layers
she uses
it’s useless
for me
shes always nude
and she knows it

i would say it is gorgeous but i have to set limits. it is though. but still.

Amazing from kwest on Vimeo.

what of food
that increases hunger
what of drink
that increases thirst

what of my love
for you that
neither satiates
nor quenches

leaves me
always feeling needy
always feeling greedy

my loving
is my breathing
how does one deny
their chest breath
who could say to their lungs
::i have given you a million breaths,
so be satisfied::
this one’s lungs would scream and burn
with urgent passion
until this miser would surrender
breathing once twice and forever more

my loving is my breathing
how can i deny my heart
your face
i could not say
::i have shown you her face a million times,
so be satisfied::
my heart would scream and burn
with urgent passion
until i would surrender
seeing her face
upon every horizon
upon every sea
upon every star
upon every space
upon every moment
once twice and forever more

giving some context to the piracy issue and consequently giving context to my last poem.

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{this is only a whisper of what i really want to write about this. God willing, i will give spirit to this poem and make it whole}

what do these criminals
know of crime

::everything::

my niece was born
with her brain
growing on the outside of her skull
my cousin’s grandson was born without a torso
just legs growing from his neck
thank God they lived only for moments
moments long enough to pray for them to die
born by fajr
dead by asr
so her father
set sail
assailing
assaulting
protecting
provoking
when the weak
wreak
havoc
the powerful prefer
passive
but if youd like safe passage
you will have to
give my cousin’s grandson
arms