Finite Anti_Valentine-ite.

Mais quelle vite c’est ca?

Peut-Etre

de rougir

De rire

D’amour

D’ecrire

De travailler

De sourire

Peut-etre

Beyond this world

this crazed and discontented world

Exists a land of vast expanse

A land of sunlight drenched hills

Verdant and bathed in glow

A land for lovers

And them alone

Take me there

To the place where words are poetry

And your voice is enough

To lift me from the heaviest slumber

And drift my soul skyward

High

A land for lovers

Where clothes are only for the Lillies of the field

Where value is found in colour and dappled light

In limbs and entangled hopes

Where dreams rest on eyelids

Glitter all over smiles

And dance on the tips of tongues

A land for lovers

And them alone

Take me there

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Chapter Two: The best and the blurst

Tell them

About how I speed read

or speak French

and play Chess

or am most capable.

Yes, tell them how in quiet times,

I

Planned

Crafted and thought of ways

To tempt you

(As the domestic goddess that I am)

With curated morsels of goodness

Tell them that I dream large

Lofty ideals

And ran through trees and up sand dunes

To make my body into something

Beautiful

Something desirable to you

Tell them how I kissed your neck and

Ran my hands down the softest parts of you

Tasted all you had to release

And suffered in silence when you raised your voice

Broke the love we shared in two clefts

Bass and treble

Tell them I wrote poems that bear your signature

Tell them I dreamed a world where

We lived under the same roof

And laughed on the smell of it

All the heady dreamy joys of it

Or tell them

How I dance too wild

And bat my eyes

(Those eyelashes you said were always so so long) that looks could be intercepted

By strangers

Tell them how I was uncontrollable

And a handful

Stressed you to the point of worry

Made you believe you couldn’t be

And craved to be alone

Tell them you made me so even lying

Next to you

A body right beside another body

And still

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We were more than conquerors

We were not shy

Passports in hand

Charged with destiny, dreams and promise

We traversed lands

Parted oceans

Spoke in foreign tongues

And accents with phrase books

And commanded language

And people

With the waving of cards and cheques and bravado

We were conquerors

I stayed in hollowed out shelters and others beds and didn't catch malaria

We saw rainforests and trekked up mountains

Supped from new wine

And tasted sweet delights from far off places

Your skin was new and fresh

And we were more than conquerors

I held your hand

And dived head first into

Blue-green lagoon waters

Plunged down into underwater canyons and never feared the dark

The sun beat down on my clean skin

And you held me in your arms and could not relent

When you came

The world moved

And the lands were all wondrous breathtaking terrain to be discovered

We were conquerors

Then

tides

moved

Time shifted

I board a plane

Timid

A body clutched by other bodies

Their small hands etched against my skin

My skin stretched and marked

I am beyond

tired

and

distended by

This thick grief that envelopes us

We huddle

Unheralded unlauded

We were conquerors

And

Now

Conquered