Poetry by Farah Lawal Harris

Fake Lovers


we are fake lovers,
spinning on a broken record
that’s our jam
that causes us to dance
when we jump out of our crazy,
lonely lives to listen
to each other breathe into phone receivers
and wish for more.

we had more, baby.
we were Bonnie and Clyde
speeding down a highway
where reality chased
and there was no damn way
we were stepping on the brakes.
we were the Red Sea before
Moses lifted his staff to separate,
but now we live on two different sides–
there is dry land in between the wetness
that once lived in laughter that birthed tears
and bodies that danced in sheets without any cares
in the world but which one of us
will cum first.
“us” had come to an end
with no satisfaction
and now i wish i could wrap back then
in saran wrap or a silk napkin
and save the memories for when i am hungry.
i would eat them crumb by crumb for every night
i have to sleep alone with no one
beside me
or watch romantic movies
and end up sentimental and crying
or ponder the reasons
why love always seems to be dying
and dine on the times
when you and me were “we” thriving.

our love was alive like
Lazarus after Jesus wept
and we took steps
on a spiraling staircase that never seemed to end
until we tried to climb to future heights
and fell down to hell.
now shit is fire and i think you’re a liar
but even though you burned me
you’re still the best i’ve seen
with my near-sighted eyes
and i wish i could feel once more what we had.
and i wish we didn’t move so fast
from strangers to lovers to soul mates
to exes to strangers
to this phase
of sporadic late night phone calls
and empty promises
and reminiscing of good night kissing
instead of hanging up with uncertainty
of when we’ll speak again.

damn.
i miss my friend.

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4 responses

  1. I like this one very much. Full with passion, feelings, and some very nice metaphors. I would be very happy when I can write with this emotion inside, straight and on fire, yet full of touch.

    December 30, 2008 at 5:37 pm

  2. Thank you, I appreciate that.

    December 30, 2008 at 5:53 pm

  3. Really like this one Farah. So many diverse images that run into the next and the next, much as the phases of the relationship you describe. Some really good metaphors, again presented almost shotgun style.

    Sorry, I haven’t been around. The holidays were busy for a quasi-hermit. Hope yours went well, and maybe things will finally settle down to normal, but then, what’s normal, right?

    Elizabeth

    January 1, 2009 at 7:41 pm

  4. Thanks, Elizabeth! I enjoyed my holidays and hope you did too. Happy new year!

    January 2, 2009 at 3:35 pm

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