81. And I watch the consciousness in a chair beg to be man

Booby Shali

Riley Dyson

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Riley Dyson

Published 

Jul 19, 2024


And I watch the consciousness in a chair beg to be man

Cheap wine
blood of a flower
Lovers honey drips from booby shali
melodies of men
same song with new ears
the world falls
away
memories are just dreams
future is just hope
and the more it all
falls away
the more you try and find
the more not there
and
the more not there
the vision of your brown eyes
shines brighter
the look of your face that screams
you love me
and I say I love you too
with a squeeze of your ass
rubbing my skull on yours
yes
that is why we are here
that is why we went to all that effort
felt all that pain
felt all that
so I could feel the love of
you again
and again
the eternal love
that I fall into
the surrender to sit in a café
for the fiftieth time
alone
a girl in a jacket
enters my world
and slowly
becomes it

to explain
to express
is shining a light through a small
hole on all that is
is the flies that fly
in my room when
there is an entire world out there

be patient with my words
they could never capture the truth
only the hold of a hand as the men
ask if we want a taxi
as a begger begs
as a Punjabi says where you from
as the men say hello brotherrrrr
as the auntie in krishna smiles with her perfect teeth
as auntie smiles and approves our love
as the sun shines summoning the storm
as the tears wish to leave me to caress my lucky cheeks
be patient with my words
they are nothing but everything for now
they are the sunset spot with four cans
they are the smile as our minds converse without words
they are the honesty of what we hide from strangers
they are nothing but a wish for you to
love you as I do
they are nothing but a wish for you to
keep on being you
as the stories fall away
as the fire burns what we know
these words are nothing but a picture on the cave
a million years old
a man telling
the rest that it is worth it
it is all worth it for a second with her
for a second of this feeling
you make me feel

You laugh like a child
in a body of woman
You fuck like a freak
in the body of a scholar
you kiss like an artist
in the body of a goddess
you smile like a gambler
in the body of a winner

The mirror of my truth
you will never be mine
the way a dancer does not dictate his partner
we have made this dancefloor ours
we have made time tremble
we have made love
we have become love
we have turned the mountains grateful
the rivers warm
the coffee sweet
lovers laugh beneath the moon
she shines again
she knew we were coming
the trees keep growing
they knew we were coming

the overflowing love
from our camel humps
turns the sunset orange
turns the innocent snow
white
turns the dismal into believers
turns the believers into knowers
turns the knowers humble
knowing they don’t
turns the me into all
until there is nothing left to turn
as the earth stops
to take a photo of this moment
to remind itself to smile
as the next ice age is promised

together; I love you
in absence it continues to grow
knowing you cant be anything
but you

you make cheap wine taste like victory
the swirl of hash a bird flying over the abyss
the cold shower a reprieve
the unknown accepted

Poetry are the words
a boy in the corner whispers
to the wall

and I tell the crevice about you
I tell the corner the joke you made
I show the corner the bracelet
the bruise from your bite
I tell the wall how you put your hand on my leg
as conversations around us go nowhere
I tell the wall how I tap you three times to say I love you
and you tap back four times to say I love you too
I tell the dried paint what it is like to be alive
and I watch the consciousness in a chair beg to be man


There are no words stronger than a look
and I close my eyes and see you
and I love myself
because I love you.

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