Now that the sky has fallen into the arms of grey sea
let us live; lift the chin and gaze openly,
the world as we know it has left romance behind,
has gone from long drives
to tabletop coition—
such a waste of youth if you ask me,
what of flesh that goes soft the moment
there is eye contact?
I am the wild sea; rushing towards the shore
remember me as fire that erupts in chest,
as sharp tongue
that refuses to abide by the rules,
what of hands that touch when we reach
for the same item,
what of body that remembers details
long after hours have passed?
Couples as we know them, have forgotten
the art of turning rhetoric
to argument for purposes of intimacy–
such a shame.
Remember body, the way you felt around point
not only desire but also innocence that
led you forth,
now that lips comprehend taste
and lines between lust and love blur far more easily;
that not everyone is as stardust,
some are chaotic, while others are a force akin
to magnetism; choose wisely.
I lay with my heart open and mind bare
replay conversations that take place on nights
sour and sweet,
while world outside grows cynical
and tears emotion apart,
what of optimism that struggles to breathe,
of youth that tries to make sense of it all?
Remember body, the mysteries we wish
and silences that speak more than words
can ever hope to convey.
I am learning to listen so that it becomes the
perfect way to end a poem. Shall we?
Loosely inspired from the poem “Remember, Body” by Constantine P. Cavafy 🎬