Poetry by Farah Lawal Harris

Wishing for a Kiss

wishing for a kiss like
new toys on Christmas
or mom deciding to do the dishes
or a canceled appointment with the dentist.
i’m innocent but womanish,
beaming like a child
yet unable to control the power and magic
that lies in my hips
and these lips
burn sensually
and they’re asking,
“Will you meet me sometime soon
in the place where the full moon
reflects in the corners of our eyes?
Will you stand so close that our breath takes rides
on the same wavelength,
surfing and crashing
until we stop fasting from touching
and surrender to this feeling of something
exploding, wanting,
not yet needing
but enjoying;
not dirty,
but past the point of clean;
somewhere in between
like and want?”

but what are wants but
persistent whispers of the subconscious
with hot breath on our necks
and words of nonsense?
i will listen til they makes sense
or until the sound gets too intense–
whichever comes first.

hopefully i can tell the difference.

3 responses

  1. This was interesting, quite enjoyable actually, resonates very well with us single ladies 😉
    Feels good to be revisiting your space again, been a while.
    Looking forward to more returns.

    February 27, 2009 at 8:54 am

  2. Thanks, Bomi. Great to see you in my space again 🙂

    February 28, 2009 at 11:44 pm

  3. Great Poem…I learned a long time ago to stop wishing for a kiss in real life while my alter ego and the characters I create take what they want…

    March 10, 2009 at 8:42 pm

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