Poem by Thal Mohammed
Your belly bellowed unsung shame.
Flashes of love and courage
are only but apparitions –
nightly visitations
that dissipate come dawn.
Then there is tyrannical fear
under the hot scorch of the sun
interlaced with deep lies
that we like to tell ourselves.
We are lunar creatures.
There are many things that
I wanted to say to you
like how I loved you deeply
and simply.
With every glass of wine
you methodically removed
the pain of living and loving.
Baby, didnt I tell you that Rumi says,
“The wound is where the light enters you,”
but you did not like my foolish ways.
“You are always up there,” you said
with your stained tongue.
I showed you my tears. Yes.
I showed you my wetness.
“I am coming down, baby.”
I showed you everything…
…but you did not come up for me.