She spent her time with Mary Jane
     And diamonds in the sky;
She skipped with joy down Penny Lane
     As Rita passed her by.

I am the walrus yesterday
     Tomorrow never knows
Whate'er became of Lucy Gray
     And where her bonnet blows.

(A lone voice whispers)

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I slept for 9 hours and somehow
woke up feeling drained. And I know complaining to
a room full of strangers won’t release any of the pressure,
but the faster I speak the less I feel right now and…

My brain is pounding, my ears are buzzing,
all I know is that
I feel the way cicadas sound in the afternoon heat
where all the flowers bloomed in the morning
and then wilted, like us,
defeated.

I lay in bed next to him knowing it’s too soon to get up
but I’m addicted to the taste of my own demise,
so I raise my eyes and hold my breath.
I scan the room and all
that is left of his are
five kisses.
Not the kind that are placed gently on trembling lips
but the kind wrapped in crinkled
foil, the leftovers from the pile
that he would eat in the middle of the night
while everyone else was mid-sweet dream.
I used to be the Queen in his dreams once,
but he traded my crown to her for a picture of her smile
and still there are
Cicadas buzzing in my ears.

And my biggest fears are being recognized;
because there is no compromise to be made between
me, his dreams, and the stars.

Even if I wanted to forget about him I couldn’t
because my phone corrects the word “two” to his
name because his name is always
on my tongue and dripping from my fingerprints.
In essence he is me.

Cicadas buzzing in my ears.

I don’t believe in “God,”
but the way your breath goosebumps
my soul
and controls every thought
only proves
that we must be sinning.

how could anything
righteous
feel so good?

you are naked,
bathed in sunlight
and you tell me again how
you wish to practice an ascetic life;
then let me teach you
how to turn my water to
sweet, sweet……

worship over my *******,
kiss my neck and
resurrect the animals inside us,
watch how we shine.

Oh.

Practice with me
I’ll show you how
your head can bow
then rise…

Ruku

then rise
and oh, I promise,
my palms will lift upward
toward your holy skies;
I’ll pray
the way only you
can make me do.

For the love of Allah

bury your face between my thighs,
lock your hands with mine,
look into my eyes

I want to watch you

come
bow into Mirhab
turn to Mecca

Please
I beg you raise your face toward
the heavens
while we fall down
from grace.

Please, oh god, please

don’t stop.

Glory awaits;

whisper me prayers til
your words drip
from your lips
down onto my sheets,
Oh
please whisper,
make me quiver
til I see God
and believe
that you must be right…

Alhamdulillah.

With you,
I’d pray every night.