It Hurts

What you are doing

To me

I don't know

But it hurts

At night you stay

Seated

On my heart

All your weight

Settled

On this heart

It hurts

Why do you stay silent?

You show me signs

I can't read

Loosen your tongue

This silence

Deafens me

Too loud

In my ears

It hurts

You mold

A lump

With your knowing hands

And lodge it

In my throat

And you breathe

Fire into

My conscience

And sit back to

Watch my brain

In torment

It hurts

Your footsteps

Echo in the chambers

Of my troubled

Spirit

Deep

In the heart

Of my emptiness

An exhibition

Of my sorry soul

It hurts

A thistle-bed

You have given

For my head

I know no rest

It is you

You hold my

Remains

In a chest

Why?

Let me in on myself

This ignorance

The very agony of it

It hurts.

Once again I am on my knees

Sharp stones pierce my flesh

See me bleed

As I bathe in my tears

I am drying up

Once again, I am here

Waiting

For the answers

This waiting

It's killing me

This longing

 Hurts

Hawa

She lay there on the earth

At midnight

Like the serpent

Her belly warmed up

The dark 

Rich soil

Prostrate before the heavens,

The moon's glow

Was her only clothing,

She lay there

And smiled

Into the heart

Of the earth.

Her laughter danced

Into the star-struck sky

And burst out in a parade

Of orange-

Shades of yellow

And

Her joy painted

A phantasmal sunrise

She tiptoed to the river

And

With a song she greeted

The early birds

And joined in the calm 

Hum of the water

That flowed into her bones

A song to welcome the day

Just then it slithered by

With dark clouds in tow

Pregnant with venomous lies

She slipped on a wet stone

And fell flat on her face

Soon  after, the greens 

Contoured her frame

She was nowhere to be found

The wind asked of her

And she whispered from 

Where she hid..

"I am naked..."