Poetry by Farah Lawal Harris

Posts tagged “senses

Sensory Control


i want to
infiltrate your central nervous system like a drug.
i want to
be a muscle relaxer so that your heart will feel
at ease with me…
so that you can chill
and be free with me
as i slow down your breath patterns until
you’re conscious of just how much you have needed me.
i want my voice
to raise your blood pressure,
the blues and purples of my tones mixing
with my bright yellows so
that when you close your eyes to sleep,
all you see is my shades and hues,
confusing you so you don’t know
whether you’re warm or cool.
i want to wrap around your senses
like an eternal death sentence
but instead of filling your veins with poison,
i would fill your soul with passion.
allow me to control these senses because i sense this
game turning into somethings serious
even if all i want to do right now is play
with what you’re hearing, seeing, tasting, feeling
and inhaling.
watch me as i dare to be air,
as i strive to be as fundamental as oxygen itself
for the sake of you humbling yourself
to acknowledge that you are in me…
love is who i be
and i wish to control thee.
watch as i lure thee
with smiles and stares that last
a while longer than they should,
gestures that could be easily misunderstood,
words that sound too good to be true
but that resonate deeply with you.
look around and before you are through,
i got you.

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I Feel


*Written July 3, 2008*

i find myself trying to curb my feelings,
telling myself to STOP
being so sensitive,
stop being so excited,
stop being so happy,
stop being disappointed.
but then it occurred to me that feelings are a part of life,
evidence that i am here
and breathing and experiencing the world around me.
to feel is what separates me from the dead
because the dead no longer have senses.
the dead stay stationary and their time to feel is
done.
their last feelings of
pain, relief, regret, sadness, joy,
anguish, fear, shaking, crashing,
accidents, birth, gunshots, stabbing,
life, laughter, reaching, grabbing,
desperation, depression, elation, and happy,
“I wish I had more time,”
“This is right on time,”
“God it’s about time!”
inhale, exhale, in between,
noise, silence, and then more silence
is what carried them between this world and the next.
whereas i reside on this side of the universe,
whereas i am an alive, growing, living, breathing being,
i declare that today,
i feel.


Love Constellation


*Written June 18, 2008*

he’ll come.
he’ll be a soldier, a revolutionary,
a force to be reckoned with.
watch out world!
once the two of us hook up,
the world will jolt,
Richter scales will revolt and walk off like
“We ain’t ask for all this work…”
minds will go berserk and souls of ex-lovers will hurt.
i see it now,
our names in lights in the sky,
forget billboards.
just the two of us
as we were both afraid to envision,
limited by our faulty vision of what was right for us.
lowered expectations are no longer in the vocabulary
because we not only fulfill one another’s dreams
but we merely are each others’ dreams.
i want to be ready.
i know i’m a catch now but
i’m gonna be a fortune later.
i sense it i see it i smell it i will
touch it one day
and until that day…
i’ll work on my portion
of this love constellation.