TELL ME

Tell me what you want to hear

Tell me how you want to hear it

Tell me how you hope my face looks like when I look in his eyes

Tell me what you think about my thoughts when he is in me

Tell me if you think I ever think about you when he has me wrapped up

Tell me how you feel when you see me smile knowing today I belong to him

Tell me if you think I tease him or go with the flow

Tell me if that turns you on or pisses you

Tell me if you are curious if he asks about you

Tell me what I should say when he asks if during his time he owns my thoughts 

Tell me if this dance we are in entices you 

Tell me if I provoke your thoughts when I call when he is around

Tell me if you think I scream or moan

Tell me if you think am satisfied or not

Tell me how I feel when he goes down on me

Tell me how I sleep when he has tired me out

Tell me if this is the way you think about it

Tell me before I go for another round

THE FRAGILE LINE

 

I don’t mean to confuse you,

Or twist your thoughts in knots.

I don’t mean to capture your heart,

Or soothe the ego that you’ve brought.

I’ve told you—my heart belongs to him,

A love that overflows and fills my core.

Yet, still, my body craves your touch,

An ache I cannot choose to ignore.

I love the way my body knows you,

How I can simply be myself,

The way you stare when we’re in conversation,

And how your laughter lights my shell.

I can talk to you about anything,

But still, my heart remains apart.

I give you my body, yet he holds the strings

Of the deeper pull within my heart.

I give you pleasure because he has my time

You get the fantasy, while he gets my life.

But I know you, too, have your own world,

And so, I draw this fragile line.

So take me as I stand before you,

Incomplete without your touch,

Incomplete without his love,

In your own ways, you both complete me.

I BEG YOU by Laban Erapu

I beg you,

If you feel something like love for me,

Not to let me know it now

When I feel nothing so certain for you-

Wait until you’ve conquered my pride

By pretending not to care for me.

I beg you,

If you think your eyes will give you away,

Not to give me that longing look

When you know it will force the moment-

Wait until our heartbeats have settled

Then put your head on my shoulder.

I beg you

Not to let us surrender to passion

Until our liking has grown to love:

Let’s stop and look back,

Let’s draw apart and sigh,

Let’s stand back to back,

Let’s say good-bye for the day

And walk our different ways

Without pausing to wait

For an echo to our last word.

I beg you,

If you find yourself interlocked

In my embrace,

To kiss me and keep silent

Before I start making promises

That time may choose to byepass-

Wait until our hands are free,

Then listen to me;

Wait until our love is primed,

Then give me your hand.

MY 3-LEGGED TABLE

I am such a creature of comfort, it's painful,

Living with familiar things, worn and faithful,

My three-legged table, broken but by my side,

New ones call, but they can't replace our history.

Repairing it is a dream denied,

But I find comfort in its lopsided grace,

You might think I'm a hoarder, but I only keep what I need,

Each possession chosen with care, a piece of my soul.

In their presence, I find rare solace,

Discarding them would leave a gap,

I cling to my flawed table; it's mine,

In its imperfection, I find love.

So here I stay, with my three-legged table,

A creature of comfort in a rushed world,

In its fragile balance, I cherish the past,

And the memories it holds.