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                                            I leave this out too                   how I still defend him how a wound                like that           over a decade              becomes a kind of heart

— Hala Alyan, from “Cliffhanger” published in The Offing

scientists fear

with your hand on the window frame, you looked out at the night sky. & turning your head toward me, you said there was this theory  about the universe being ever e  x  p  a  n  d  i  n  g.

that every planet, star, galaxy & blackhole out there, is relentlessly drifting apart from it all.

as though in their hovering for distance, in their majestic swaying through star clusters, every bit of the universe claimed independence from our shared existence.

that same night our last the hypnotic effect of your beauty & that ranting over the cosmos, must have strangled my senses out. cause what i forgot to tell you or what you didn't seem to know, was that there is a counter-theory; an antithesis on the dynamics of the universe.

scientists suspect that the universe will eventually stop it's expansion to begin its contraction. exactly as the ball vertically thrown to reach the sky, that at a certain height surrenders to gravity & starts its way down.

scientists fear the moment every star & planet & galaxy & blackhole will simultaneously shrink into a single spot in place & time. a sort of big bang in reverse, an outside in.

which is to say: you fled from us, away from me to never look back on what we had. i guess in some shape or form, we mimicked the universe by drifting away from each other;  sitting on opposite edges of this galaxy; dodging our own asteroids; breathing distant stardust & riding comets that might never cross paths.

imagine, just imagine that these scientists' fear comes true  & everything that's out there begins to compress; will the universe then bring us back to how we were?

a massive clash.

cosmos to cosmos, galaxy to galaxy, planet to planet & lips to lips.

honey,           this might be the universe reminding us,            how we                        are destined                                            to collide.

- skin the poet  (2017)

I know I used to live without you but that was before I knew the brown speckles of your eyes or the softness of your lips. Before your laughter became my favourite sound and your smile the brightest part of my day. That was before I fell in love with you. Now you’re a part of me like the blood in my veins or the air in my lungs and I need you just as bad. I can’t imagine a day without you and I hope I’ll never have to again.

(via ifthenightcouldtalk)

black lips

five weeks before you broke my heart, i had this dream where my father stood in front of me. two generations lost in close-knit shadows, facing the other in the midst of a nightmare & staring deep into the vortex of each other's eyes.  

in a rusty voice, he recited to my face every lie he's ever told.

his childhood, the seize, the running, my mom, his misery.

in the rhythm of his words, in the flow of his lies, his lips began turning black.

Lie      after               lie, his lips, a shade d   e      e         p            e               r in the obscurity.

turning my back on this show proved useless, as my neck was stiff & my legs, knee-deep in thick soil.  

stare & listen, while tears water the ground

i tried screaming, as to suffocate the torture of his words with my own shriek. but my mouth was sealed closed & my hands, disloyal to my commands.

i woke up a fountain of cold sweat, sobbing.

....

two nights before we murdered our love in cold blood,   we met for drinks at a bar à vins. the gleam in our eyes yelled to the entire world how traces of ancient grapes ran in our blood. god were we playful while life was onto us.

sneaky little romance

we talked about it all that night: gravity & flying,      friction & fire, language & riddles. for the 500th time, you corrected my pronunciation of the letter u. & in the stretching of your mouth, i fell victim to the evident art in your beauty; jawlines dancing in perfect rhythm; an enigmatic symmetry traced in your face.  

on our way home, we walked the streets as if sidewalks were made for peasants & we had just been crowned kings. laughing,    stumbling, holding onto each other.

in a deserted street, you wrapped me in your arms while murmuring in a secretive voice:  

i love you

we both smiled.

& under beams of moonlight, while my eyes hunted for your eyes, i noticed red wine had stained your lips black.

- @skinthepoet

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