Despite

Despite,

Love again,  and again.

Let there be no limit

To experiencing,

To giving,

Have the courage to be beautiful in love even when someone misconstrues the word and uses it wrongly.

Do not be afraid or refuse to be renewed in its spirit elsewhere.

Let no one injure your most beautiful human ability.

It is all too often betrayed by many.

But don’t let that be your concern for it is their tragic loss.

And it is a loss they may never truly appreciate or understand.

To love is to be sincere, to be compassionate, to be honest,  to be full, to be open, to be connected,   to be selfless,  to be incapable of being defined.

Love seeks to resolve chaos, not inflict. Love is both the medium and the destination.

So despite, love again and again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ahora

I

Pull my hair in a bun,

And slip on my slim, cotton blue dress stolen from former daytime use.

I send a text or two to you when the night has tucked me in and laid me bare against my belly and my full thoughts.

I know I must prepare for the 5 am HIIT that is waiting to dent my day, and

Remind me that I am steel too, even right now.

I shed a tear. A round, full, untimely tear.

Lately, I have the ones that don’t even announce themselves. They just show up when I flashback to all the tremors.

But I now know it is because I infinitely love like that. When one seeks to demolish through deed or action, I will still be the solid structure ready to withstand.

But you tell me that the point is a true love wouldn’t put me in a storm or a tremor in the first place and suddenly, I am dry.

I am resolve.

I am rational.

I am well-lit.

Ahora.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Exchanges

this I bring to you.
this sweet simple thing.
an exchange of hurt for smiles.
an exchange of falsity for truth.
an exchange of pain for laughter.
an exchange of late nights for early mornings.
an exchange of dark secrets for translucent openness.
an exchange of hurtful words for loving ones.
an exchange of deceitful intimacy for the real, real thing.
this I bring to you he says.
because I recognize I am capable of nothing less and you are deserving of that and more.

Good night L.A.

Crisp air. Now night.

Day suspended.

You wipe my tears.

Say nothing.

You remind me of my light.

You see me struggle but tell me

everything is already alright.

I start to believe there is another way,

I see it over California mountains,  over your hand wiping random tears from my brown skin.

And now it is time to say goodnight,

L.A.

 

 

Abyss

Am I in your air,

In the water you drink, 

Showing up late at night

In thoughts and dreams, 

Or is it just me whose heart is banished to an abyss,

Battered with hurts, a nameless this,

For something I’m sure I’d never understand,

a series of betrayals wrapped so grand,

Fed on a naiveté so incessant and bland,

That I dripped a slow leak,

While lovng you until the end of me.

 

A Good Morning in L.A.

I decide to let my heart-leak dry up on arid, California terrain.

Dusty with flowers.

It is, and

I am too.

I chase where the sun sets,  and there on the other side is my beginning.

My sunrise.

It is infinite, overlooking the freeways filled with people,  problems,  purpose, potential.

It is infinite

And

now I too am California dreaming.

 

 

Coup d’etat

a coup d’etat,

unseated,

dethroned, alone,

in this wilderness

of a nothingness

well-known.

 

Smelling stale,

oh’  fresh betrayal,

you defeat me,

with my own love.

You usurped my tears,

acted out my fears,

and replaced us with

a vandalized love.

 

Oh deceitful offender,

each cell I surrendered,

while you whittled me down

flaw for flaw.

of it I tended

with hope my heart be mended

until this final coup d’etat.

 

Copyright@Nichelle Calhoun 2014

 

 

Necessity

it is the air that I must declare-

I no longer need;

my dreams I must revolt against-

in the dead of night;

the horror of what is-

that I must dress up-

that the good to come

will nullify the plight.

 

Copyright@Nichelle Calhoun 2014

 

Seasons II

New World Nubian

touch me like summer.

enjoy that I am light,

and warm,

and promise,

– lavender silk in a warm sea.

touch me like summer.

before it is fall and leaves change and so do we.

touch me like summer.

for it is all seasonal, isn’t it?

ourselves,

and

our cells.

touch me like summer.

for we are infinity right now

and

just as fast a stark winter tomorrow.

Copyright@Nichelle Calhoun 2014

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Seasons II

touch me like summer.

enjoy that I am light,

and warm,

and promise,

– lavender silk in a warm sea.

touch me like summer.

before it is fall and leaves change and so do we.

 

touch me like summer.

for it is all seasonal, isn’t it?

ourselves,

and

our cells.

touch me like summer.

for we are infinity right now

and

just as fast a stark winter tomorrow.

 

Copyright@Nichelle Calhoun 2014