Welcome back for part two! As stated previously, we’ll be featuring Kiyya K’s poetry all month. If you missed the interview and the first featured piece in part one, please catch up here.
Now for today’s featured piece! She describes it as being,
“About the push & pull of relationships. Specifically me drawing from #LongDistanceRelationship experience.”
Whole heart beautiful she yearned for the kiss
I know, I know, her love is like this
Sweet, tied up in sugar cane, dipped in honey, soaked in mango
In love do we really believe it takes two to tango
There lies a beating heart, in love but yet alone
I know how she sounds when she sings in her own swan song
Beat on, cruel heart, for you deserve to live
I have given you all I have, all I have to give
This ain’t no remembrance, no times of old
This is yesterday, this morning, this is the story that has always been told
Ain’t no secret to my heartsong, she sounds just as loud as the rooster cries at dawn
Don’t you leave here acting like you’ve never heard it before
These kissed lips have kissed your hips, rips, and dips more times you can count on your pussy soaked fingertips
I saw your eyes gazing into mine, looked like sunshine over moon glazed lakes giving way to their temptations
Like men do when they are no longer suffering from starvation
I satiated your hunger and quenched your thirst for love
Fool that I am, I thought that this would be enough
Cold hardwood floors in wet socks that are too big for my soles
Don’t feel as uncomfortable as the hole in my soul
Wouldn’t you know
Because you do.
Kissed me before I cried. Blessed me before I sneezed. Covered my shoulders before I even knew there was a chance for me to freeze.
How dare you know me.
This laugh consists of old jokes and insiders established just last week, you have me fresh still on the edge of my seat.
Why you in such a rush to not/to marry me ?
Who are we?
Babes fresh out the womb, not even close to our first day of school.
Can’t we wait for the fire to burn out before we start lighting matches again
Flame still hot. Hearts still beating.
I still believe it.
We still got time to learn the steps to the new dance and my hair hasn’t yet gone out of style, so let’s wait a while.
Our impartial souls jumping to conclusion
Only causes more confusion
What are you so afraid of [not] losing ?
Grandfather clock says we still got a lot of Father Time.
And I’m not one to toy with Mother Nature, so let’s just sit out in her Sun.
Heartbeats like ticking clocks & our time has just begun
Stay tuned for Part 3.