Blurred Lines

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Forgive my taste buds
But this is the genuine
Flavor of lust

This is I want to
Take care of your body
In ways we’ve never imagined

For my passion is such,
That it’s enough to last
Two lifetimes

This and more
For you’re the birthplace
Of all my fantasies

It’s in the subtle way
Your voice
Enchants my soul

And the ways your body
Draws me near, causing
My heartbeat to faint periodically

This is the cuts in my tongue
For the pronunciation of your beauty
Brings me to stutter

So much so I wait;
That maybe when I taste you
You might heal the contusions in my dreams

For in them you’re ever present,
Thus my lines are blurred in reality
Lines, I yearn to read between

This is a languid combination
Of words that try
To explain my worship

For in my heart you’re a goddess
And it’s your existence that
Brings my soul to it’s knees

And this prurience I feel
Is the ash from the fire
Which you continually burn

Thus let me bring a passion
To the tremble in your voice
That’s as significant as a war cry

By way of scattered kisses
That are seasoned to grow
Without rain

That if only today
I might do the things
I’ve promised your body in prayer.

– Smyekh David-West.

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Pieces

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I’m sorry about my broken self
The pieces I throw at your feet
From past lovers
I’m sorry they broke me for you
But we’re all circumstances
Of something that was once beautiful

I live in the constructs
Of a man’s world
Where chivalry is counted
In multiples of women,
I’ve once succumbed to this idea
And I beg for forgiveness

I’m sorry my pieces
Might never come together
Like my heartbeats
Are continuous but disjointed
I’m sorry my pieces
Mar my intentions of a love whole

But you’re my now
A somewhat fleeting feeling
Of forever and it’s promises,
That if I should fall along the way
Your love will be the guiding light
That leads me home.

– Smyekh David-West.

From The Inside Out

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I feel there’s something
In my heart
Something that knocks
From the inside out
Something that’s in love
With the thought of you

I feel there’s something
In my eyes
Something that’s blinded
From the inside out
Something that’s never seen
Anything more beautiful

I feel there’s something
In my spine
Something that shivers
From the inside out
Something that’s never felt
A kiss so complete

I feel there’s something
In my dreams
Something that begs
From the inside out
Something that needs
You for an eternity

I feel there’s something
In my soul
Something that dances
From the inside out
Something that compels
Me to fall in love with you.

– Smyekh David-West.

Of Sorts

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I have a new definition
Of how I feel
It’s in my somewhat long strides
In search of comfort
Or maybe a reassuring voice

It’s in the number of times
I think I’ve said your name unconsciously
In fear that I might have lost you
Because my heart is feeble
And I’m now man enough to admit

This is my languid attempt at contradiction
A subpar form of affection
I learnt to nurture in my youth
For what I truly mean to say
Is that I fall for you
With the force of ten thousand marching soldiers

But this will be just another poem
Word play of sorts
Another glorification of all you mean
To me and more
An ample confirmation of the flaws
That grow with my love for you.

-Smyekh David-West.

Warm Embrace

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Bring me pieces of what
Are your broken heart
And watch me fall in love
With every piece
For definitions are often revised,
I’ll redefine your definition of love

I see the hurt you hide
Abaft your beautiful smile;
For smiles with a certain gaiety
Spring from a heart that knows misery
I know because I do the same,
My smiles are the ashes of charred love

So pour yourself into me
That I might be the vial
In which you lose yourself
For my heart is built with
The foundations of understanding
And in my soul is a warm embrace.

– Smyekh David-West.

Power

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I arrived simple and unexpecting
Apparently I wasn’t dressed appropriately
Said the look in his eyes
Because he thinks I beg for approval

I am born a woman
I am like the earth beneath your feet
Nature; and you might not understand
Because I’m fascinating.

My thick thighs that stem
From my round buttocks
My bosom in which
You find comfort.

But please try to define me
Put me in a box,
Confine me to the four walls that are a home
And expect me to feed your ego’s daily.

For from my body
Kings have conquered, and
Queens have united nations
Because inside me is all life.

For what is rain
Without good soil?
And what was Adam
Without Eve?

This is not a poem
Directed to the small of minds
So shortsighted I’m only seen
As a vessel.

No, not today,
Today I’m your mother and sister,
Your first love
And the little girl with the brown in your eyes.

Today men will love me
For the right reasons
And worship my power
That is womanhood.

– Smyekh David-West.

Africa is in Her

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Africa is in her
It’s in the subtle way
She unconsciously expresses
Her thoughts with her hands

It’s in the rhythm
That migrates across her hips
When she walks
Much like a rendition of poetry in motion

It’s in her raw and unadulterated accent
Like wild honey
It begs an addiction
That enchants my soul

It’s in her robust physique,
So much so, you would think she stole
The curves in the map of Africa
Hence the irregularity in it’s edges

It’s in her brown eyes
And a smile that says
Everything is right with the world
Because she’s beautiful

It’s in her skin tone
An infusion of gold and bronze
And how it runs through my irises
Like the juice from bitten pineapples

It’s in her elegance
For I’m continually falling in love
With everything she embodies
Because Africa is in her.

– Smyekh David-West.

Paucity

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Sometimes I pray
You don’t meet anyone new
Because I’m in love with you

These are simple writings
That echo from the
inconsistencies in my heartbeat

A jealous heart is sometimes
Riddled with lust
But I lust for your love

For the thought of you
Makes me often halt in wonder
And my admiration for you is twofold

Hence I need you
More than a baby, it’s first cries
For what is life without you?

– Smyekh David-West.

Empty Echoes

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I said so many words to you
Till all we could do
Was sit in silence
Because my heart became empty

I wrote you poetry twice daily
In the morning with the rising sun
And at night with my prayers
But my writings fade like senile desires

I gave you love
Whole and without debris
But because I’m a man
I’m made to suffer the sins that come with valor

Naysayers oft sway your intuition
With apt pessimism
And question my vehemence
Yet in your eyes I saw my children

I planted laughter in your smiles
With the consistency of a mother’s love
HopingĀ happiness would harvest,
But seasons not soil dictates propagation

I lived through your existence
And in your essence I found solace
So much so, the love in me has gone astray
For my heartbeats are nothing but empty echoes.

– Smyekh David-West.

Addiction

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I look into your eyes
And peer into your soul
Looking for arbitrary confirmation,
Much like the way mouths speak
Words without thinking
I search for ways to
Love you without an inkling.

Love without hope or faith
One that exposes all my insecurities
And brings me to my knees
Because I’m built a man
But I want to love you
as would a woman
With the most intimate of emotions.

For you’re a plethora
Of my best dreams
A manifestation of everything
That is right with the world,
Hence, if I should die
By an addiction
It should be the look in your eyes.

– Smyekh David-West.