Naked

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I live to see you naked,
I’m in love with
The careless charisma
With which your body
Whispers my name
And draws me closer.

I live to see you naked,
I enjoy the moments
That stem from
Unspoken sensual tension
And the different positions
That eventually ensue.

I live to see you naked,
Your curves consistently ignite
A certain curiosity in my libido
And like a mischievous child
My hands always wander
Into uncharted territory.

I live to see you naked,
For you’re undoubtedly a queen
Thus, my body was built your throne
A face to sit, lips that caress
And a tongue that is
In tune with your body language.

I live to see you naked,
So please allow your fountain flow
That I might meet you between
With the aggression of waterfalls,
To quench your thirst and mine
And show gratitude to you and yours.

– Smyekh David-West.

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Are You Not?

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Are you not the moon?
Are you not a reflection of the shine from the stars?
Are you not the lullabies a mother sings to her child?
Are you not the esoteric display of love in family-made monikers?
Are you not unadulterated laughter erupting from child’s play?

Are you not the whispers of the wind?
Are you not the flutter in a butterflies wings?
Are you not the pride in a peacocks feathers?
Are you not the calm of a sleeping ocean?
Are you not the magnificent alignment of the planets?

Are you not the sparkle of jewels in a crown?
Are you not the author of kings & queens?
Are you not a metaphor?
Are you not a sunset stained sky?
Are you not Enough?

– Smyekh David-West.

 

Morning Walks

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Morning walks that are good for the soul,
Syllables lost in transmission
Because the birds blissfully
Singing atop my shoulder
Carry it to the morning breeze
And in it’s wooing whispers
You can hear my most beautiful of thoughts
Luminous and unhindered as the gleaming skyline

Morning walks that do good to my soul
And the beauty that is an ensuing sunrise
Foretelling stories of the gifts of a new day
Like the dreams and fantasies provoked by poetry
For our existence usually speaks for us
And our words are only confirmation
Of the beauty in our soul
So I speak into existence….

Of morning walks that warm my soul
For you are in the rustle of
The awakening leaves
A presence that holds onto my fingers
Even though you’re lost in my thoughts
And I’m long-lost in the thought of you
You’re as the rising sun
And I; the clouds that follow in awe.

– Smyekh David-West.

Sweet Nothings

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I speak words that
Dance to the beat
Of your eardrums
Void of melody
For there’s a discord in your elements

I understand that
My sweet nothings
Were once words
You heard from another

And in them was
Opulence aplenty, because
They merged with your heartbeat
And spake to your soul

But in them
Was hurt and betrayal
The curse of failed promises
That arise from love lost in lust

Hence my words
Aren’t as venomous,
They don’t contain the poison
That once marred your vision

So much so
My good intentions
Seem like mere infatuations
And are perceived as false pretenses

But what is love
Without a storm?
A reminder of
Clearer skies maybe?

Nonetheless if I may;
Vow to the cadence in your heart,
That in my words
You’ll find the makings of a love
Whole and able to stand the test of time.

– Smyekh David-West.

 

 

Consistency

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My love for you is as sure
as the sun will set.
It watches over your shut eye
as the moon does the earth
And rises with your awakening
as the sun will rise.
 
My love for you is the angel
God sends as a guardian
For in its unrefined form
It lives to take care of you
With the undying valor of a warrior
And the innocence of a newborn’s first cries.
 
My love for you is long lasting,
It travels the ends of eternity
So much so, it was born
Before I knew you
For it nourished me with my mother’s love
Hence the potency it consistently harvests.
 
My love for you is like a two part poem
Mostly because I can never
Find the most complete words
Or combinations of words
That do justice to your existence
Thus my writings are twofold daily.
 
My love for you is as
The blood that flows through my veins
Thick and full of boundless possibilities
For you’re my beginning and end
Because I’m constantly searching
For more ways to love you without end.
– Smyekh David-West.

Talking Voice

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The voice in your voice
Moves me
To speak in tongues
When I hear your poems.
 
And I’m often torn
Between the lines within,
Begging for ample opportunity
To prove my worth.
 
For worthiness is something
I’m innocent of
As I’m never worthy
Of your innocence.
 
You’re like fresh rain,
And as nature perishes without it’s touch
I need all of you
In generous proportions.
 
For I stammer sometimes
Because your words conquer mine
And my heart surrenders
To the allure with which you speak.
– Smyekh David-West.

Subtle Clicks

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Sounds that originate
From the clicks of your tongue
And the effortless
Charisma with which it graces
My eardrums
Beating at it with affection.
 
I feel the vibrations
Through my being
So much so, I hear
The subtle clicks
In the voices of my children
As they play in our back garden.
 
I heard about you
In the songs from the South
The upbeat rhythms
That accompany drums,
You resemble the effortless sway
Of a cultivated drummer’s hands.
 
Thus, you make me
Sway from side to side
As if to break into dance,
This is a confession
For my words spill over uncontrollably
In constant fascination.
– Smyekh David-West.

Songs About You

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I write songs about you
Because I hear your voice
In the melodies.
 
The infatuation is mostly
About how your name
Nestles in the chorus.
 
And it’s repetition
Reminds me of the first time
I sung at church
Before my voice broke.
 
These days it’s raspy,
For the coarseness is dedicated
To the contours in your body
Because I’m continually taken aback.
 
Most times I sing about you
With my eyes closed
To capture the passion in your beauty
 
And during my breathing intervals
I envision the dimples that ushers your smile
For it’s the spark that ignites
The flames that engulf my spirit.
 
My soul dances to the songs
Of the woman you embody
Courtesy of the instruments
That back up my vocals.
 
And in their different accents
They tell eloquent stories
About how I can’t get enough of you.
– Smyekh David-West.

Tears That Didn’t Cry

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I cried yesterday
From the bottom of my heavy heart
And I heard the echoes
In the hollow of my belly.
 
I cried because life
Isn’t as I pictured it
The way it loves you one day
And breaks you the next.
 
But I swallowed my cries
And my tears held on to my eyelashes
To keep from falling
For my faith abandons ship.
 
I wrote this poem as a last resort
That maybe my deaf soul
Could hear the words my mouth can’t speak
In fear lamentations may escape.
 
But I’m loved by many
And I’ve brought joy to people aplenty,
These are things I tell myself
In an attempt to console.
 
My eyelids shut
But my usually deep thoughts are shallow
More like receding waves
Running back to sea.
 
I’m empty but still bustling with life
An irony that makes me laugh,
That although my steps lumber
My feet dance with fervor.
 
This is the letter I wrote life
From the confines of my unwashed cries
Begging her to love me more consistently
For my tears don’t cry.
– Smyekh David-West.

 

Waterfall

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The perfection in bent knees
That provoke backs to arch
Makes my insides explode with lust.
But it’s the exposure of said curves
That resemble the outline of mountains
Amid the paintings of the setting sun,
That ignites the fire within.
 
The genesis and revelation of
Areas saturated with flesh
Makes me beg for mercy
Because something in my soul
Causes my hands to wander,
So much so the creases
In my palm lines are filled with your skin.
 
I feel with my eyes
And see with my finger tips
The trails in your back
To the path between your breasts
Down to your belly button and beyond
Because that’s where my kisses
Become more tender.
 
I hear the whispers
My lips murmur on the inside
Of your thighs,
Because the trembling that’s initiated
Gossips about the wetness in your insides
Thus it resembles the calm that comes
From the roar of waterfalls.
 
You feel like my first taste of palm wine
For I taste your soul
At the apex of my phallus
Because the love I devote
Roams the depths of your core,
And it’s the source of your majestic expressions
The reason for my inebriated disposition.
– Smyekh David-West.