النّعيم البهجةالحبّ

My mother told me, “boys don’t like strong girls,” The first time I said it, as I lifted the groceries,
opened the door, kicked off my shoes carrying the weight of it all to the kitchen I said, “so. “
Tough, in that hand-on-my-hip tone, you learn long before you get to chapter 16: The Beauty of Hips.
“I don’t like boys,” I said, not knowing the depth of it myself, my mother, not knowing the
Vehemence in it at 12, I learned to cook, play dumb, hip-hang the neighbor’s son, suck
a lollipop i… Continue

Even here in this hollow rift, this hyperspace
the simple rock of love holds gravity despite
the barren jump between us where even the stars
fall down transformed into a leftover memory of light

and night applauds grief and repetition
playing over and over and over again in
the troubled background of our loneliest
frames of mind no groovy concept of heaven

woe the heart that dies is truly lost to hope, and
oblivion, thus hope is a strange commodity of wanderlust
shelf-life, with a sell by date… Continue

love and resistance
our passionate opposites
tie us down to reign

The floorboards in the hallway
creak most nights
these rooms by the river
are old and complain
frequently of this
of the women
all tangled up here
together
full and complicated
holding their time
and utility like trees
above man and
under heaven
kept by nothing
other than god itself
I became a woman
here bound to it
like breath
first to last
owning myself
faith, blame, the gift
of willfulness...
where such freedom
is the rock that
weighs the world down
it cradles me in
the weightlessness
of wate… Continue

I find
Your thoughts
my turn on
The queer
Ideas you brew
burn my lips as I
mouth your words out
to myself in submission
The silky slip of your mental
spills like jizm on my hip
running down my thigh
in theories I admire you for
not your shape or size
but your mind
what lay deep inside
you deliver me like
food for thought
soup to nuts
the way you speak it
Spanks me bare-ass
and astonished forcibly
tearing down my
peach laced pretense
of never needing
to be taught a lesson
I am tender but resistan… Continue