(s)he/art by Rajiv Mahabir (ereader with android .txt) 📕

VIII.

you command me
eye candy and white feathers
caress me
bow to your whisky
poured into your movement.

eye candid to your soft neck
tempting
blowing kisses
spoken
with tremors of boho down my back give me more
so audacious and pretty without looking royal.

no translation
just pure messages without the subtitles
that leaves the accent with a trace.

but speak again and you -
look again and you
trap the sighs in my cistern
flame rising
silence burning
the words inside.

IX.

he is who he is
and always will be

(he)

she is who she is
and always will be

(she)

ever being

truth be told
and lies forgot and old

truth

(there be)

always

like a rock
or a stone

it

(is there)

lives as long as old
as old as young
enough to know and have
to know the world means all
and you are all

to it

X.

ta
(d oke nt)
me
(l e wi t)
th
(m yo e)
(g u o)

XI.

be blessed

and and
shine reach

in for

like silver
his heart her stars
you stole

to share

you give so together
as they do all can
&)

shine

XII.

truth of the matter is
she is

blue worlds
made from denim
legs & eyes
that step
and turn

from me

a world is hard to hug
& eversohard to reach
id motion to weld
but blood is kept
beneath the skin

outside eyes tell you all
you need to know
within

how she sees
and how you dream to reach
& yes is care enough to
and far is much to have

so far and dream around her
but hope to a point
there is
no happy ending
only circles
that you draw nice
and make
with people


a h d
p e
p v
i r
l u
y & c


no
sharp edges
though things loose their shape
and take you with them

you weld
and show inside

without jumping on
and sinking her or him
or skipping over things

there are no short cuts about a human
if you are looking at the world

rotate & spin

(& hush & step
& creep & pull)

you reaching is enough to know they mean the world to you
that how you met this world is all you are to it
and all that you have dreamt

and all the shapes you make
all the light you show

and for that matter
all the more itll get took away

(living moves)

not all is with
but we all have inside
(worlds apart)
the same

(steps
& turns)

XIII.

consider: man
if you want to grow
paint beautiful

women
turn inwards 
but hold your brush
outwards

the influence on you
is reflection

that bounces of curves
in brush strokes

legs