Process Relinquish

Relinquish 1

tonight, as cool air flows through your window, paving its way across your eye lids and making a path through your curls
as you sleep next to your lover
your dreams will lead you
through corridors I have made which tunnel within the strands of the dying genetic material of each wisp wound close to your head
you will see me through those gateways
you will come to me through the pathways of dreams which are bound to your tresses
I am still knotted up and bound to your crimson sun-kissed locks
fitted to your scent
laced to your words and deeds and experiences
it is of no matter what you desire, you cannot brush me out

Relinquish 2

The expression better to have loved and lost does not suffice
It is in the lost where it resides
The moment when you know that you cannot be there
You cannot have that
You cannot be THE one
But the appreciation of the lost
When you know
What was the better fit
The better glove
The better love
It is ok

It hurts

Burns

Tears

Beats

Until the drum

The rhythm

The significance of that other person in their life

Til you realize

It was HER that made him

Happier

Content

Blessed

(Dare I say) completed

That is it

When you say

That drum
Beat to the right rhythm

And the drummers

The lovers

Are in line

And lost

But not gone

But creating a small rhythm

In your heart that you can dance to

Talisman

it is written
the act of writing is
holy words are
sacred and your breath
brings out the
god in them
i write these words
quickly repeat them
softly to myself
this talisman for you
fold this prayer
around your neck fortify
your back with these
whispers
may you walk ever
loved and in love
know the sun
for warmth the moon
for direction
may these words always
remind you your breath
is sacred words
bring out the god
in you

Suheir Hammad

futility

warrior, stabbing fiercely
flailing about randomly stabbing at the wind, at dust, fog, snowflakes, breath

soldier, you can cut nothing in this manner

the wind will merely gasp out and knock you down with its ferocity
the dust will get in your eyes and will cloud your vision as you attempt your next stroke
the fog will not be cut and will merely sit quietly and maintain its stubborn immobility
the snowflakes will glide around you dancing and laughing at your silly charade
and my breath, my breath will tease you with its warmth and temptation
until you finally succumb to its truth

put down your weapon