-ingly . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

(into each other)

you are here with me
long before you come
and I am holding you so close
the warm moisture of your breath
is gently washing and massaging my face
and I can hear the drumming in our bosoms
pouring one into the other
and I am beginning to come to you

I am talking with you
here in the mirror at dawn
at work in the dry spaces of the day
while walking alone in the evening
when the air is clear
and generous with its wisdom
and your soft round browns
begin to explode in me rubbing raw nerves
with sensuous brushings and nourishing words
delicately etching in tracings of your smile
and I am beginning to come to you

the taste of you is everywhere
my mouth my stomach my eyes my ears
on the ends of my fingertips
spreading as oceans boundlessly
enslaving my thoughts
in smooth melodious musings
to ancient rhythms in ghetto tunes
we’re dervishly whirling and twirling
warming each other as best we can
in this bubbular pocket of rented things
framed in cold and lonely sounds

by the time you have come here with me
there is little to see
you’ve been consuming me for so long
only open and naked pores are left
your eyes come quietly into mine
and whisper in native tongues
tones sung through me for so long
and now we’re spilling over
in the urgings of torrid new hungers
savagely wrestling us to the ground
and bathing us in short orgasmic spillings
and I am beginning to come to you

Copyright © 1993 Asili Ya Nadhiri

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