E. Zora Knight

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a special order, straight queer and strong black.

2009-03-11

olive juice, hugs and kisses

after 231 hours and 18 minutes, I have hope stained sheets
and pillow top tears of memories past
I cling to a blanket which holds your fragrant scent, it continues to
mesmerize, linger and last
and I ask
is this what it means to have your nose wide open because my heart searched for you, my familiar notion
and your absence
despite my presence
remained in the air well into my first night without you.
the next morning, your essence was etched into the sky’s blue
but the sun scorched a coldness which in this lifetime I swore I’d never knew
I am chilled at the thought of miles and time
that separate me from my life line
seconds flow
yet, moments slow
and my world, my moon and my sun, orbit and spin
to a stand still
I am no longer convinced it has spun to spin out of control
but it is only you I want to hold
my arms ache from holding space which was once filled with you
I clutch to the curve, the bend, the fold of an hour glass
sand falls freely like memories past
flows like your blood bumping thru our veins
causing my heart to beat
flows like your breath filling our lungs
allowing me to breathe
flows like your thoughts occupying my mind
and it’s only our dreams I speak of
flows like your pains that slip from our lips
when I am asking for prayers from the Lord above
I clutch to the curve, the bend, the fold of an hour glass
sand falls freely like memories past
it’s been 231 hours and 22 minutes and counting,
since I last felt your heartbeat next to mine
and I ask myself , am I losing time or am I losing my mind
cuz’ I ‘m drowning in the sand
that has fallen between what stands
between you and I, us, we and our future
and yes, yes, Baby, I am sure
after seventy two hours basking in the shadows of your smile,
I no longer felt like myself after awhile
somehow things within my soul had changed
and my life’s plan was rearranged
may, I ask for another seventy two hours, if not forty years
of your time to witness you conquer your fears
and when needed, kiss away every single tear
I beg of you, give me the time your parents gave to each other
I ask of you, let no one put asunder…..
because after 231 hours and 24 minutes I continue to long for touch
give me 40 minutes if not 40 years to show you that I love you so much……..


i don't know..... good night..

3 comments:

Shelle said...

heartfelt ma

Ebony Stewart said...

Dido Shelle.
And true...I like poems that are precise in numbers, clever you!

CousinSarah said...

and I ask
is this what it means to have your nose wide open because my heart searched for you, my familiar notion
and your absence
despite my presence
remained in the air well into my first night without you.
the next morning, your essence was etched into the sky’s blue
but the sun scorched a coldness which in this lifetime I swore I’d never knew

Wow.