Jasiri

so I’m up late, and I stumble upon some music by an artist named Aniba Hotep. listening to her made me feel weird–in a good way. feeling pensive, thinking about love and past lovers. you know? that feeling–warm, happy, sad–all mashed up together, sitting as one big lump inside my body. it was too much. i can’t sleep with that going on inside me. and i do love writing poetry as a release so…

there is this curvature at the base of my spine,
a beautiful spot,
i know because i glance at it when i’m alone and i dis-robe,
it catches my eye when i turn to the side,
looking back at myself in the mirror,
memories of painful times dance across my mind,
i think of you caressing that spot
and my innocence returns,
then i remember when i knew no worries,
your hands on the small of my back caressing my body,
love emanating from your fingertips,
and i lie there in silence as you massage my pain away,
i close my eyes and i think if they’ll ever be a day when you’re not here,
will i be left alone to conjure a memory of your touch–
when i catch a glimpse of my reflection and i turn to the side and i see that curvature in my spine.