There’s a fantasy, at the surface of my spine
It flutters into your arms like a Gothic Romance choking on its own saliva
I spill the rainbows that you planted in my bladder ~ an acid leaves my body crawling on all fours,
There’s a lullaby growing in my belly & with every kiss, you extract a note from it until every syllable is infused with your name
A name this territory knows all too well, a fantasy that speaks my name like it’s the only poetry that matters; the only fiction worth realization.
-Nameera Anjum Khan
Wow, this is beautiful
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Thank you so much, I’m so glad to hear that coming from you!
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Birthing a universe.
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Thank you so much! Indeed, poetry is a universe that demands its existence in such exquisite ways.
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And it’s our obligation to give it life.
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