Friday, November 27, 2015

Mimi and Mona's Poetry: Our Morning-After Existential Chemicals

©Our Morning-After Existential Chemicals
Mona Arizona
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Your eyes reflected how I radiated life;
you said that once.
I was lost in your arms and
became a different woman
with each whispered word
of possession and lust
that rushed over the cliffs
of mobile, kissing lips like
a torrent waterfall, and I couldn’t breathe.
My fingers traced patterns on your skin
and I thought
if ever there could be a
moment in time I could freeze,
this would be it... dear G-d,
this would be it. Then,
you Chapter Sevened my love—
you took all of it. Everything!
So, what were you thinking, man?
What were you saying to me?
I needed practice holding my body
against someone new?
Hey, Prince Charming;
I didn’t shampoo my hair
for other men to sniff.
Did you believe me out of my mind?
You could have been the
amalgamation of my dreams,
but you were forever a man
of few words that were just out of reach.
Youll never be able to cop a feel...
your brain will be as limp as your cock,
The tarmac
fell away from the plane,
teardrops fell away from the sky,
and the fall with two broken wings...
no, it wasn't you, it was me...
Your electric cereal bit you back, huh?
Smile, bone daddy, because it will be
the only bite you will get in
this least favorite part of my life...
my life without your feigned love.
Your words transformed,
became weapons with the capacity to
rip me in half, but
before the sun set on your last sentence—
remind me to call you
I understood they and
your kisses held a million deceits
during our amassed years; and
fighting the ghosts of
our history meant only
you must stay, I must fly.
I won’t be the last woman
you will sweep off her feet
with heart-racing speed.
You will always have this reminder...
I will be flying high, you will not;
and the lifetime of a love you lost
will fly high and free with me.
Last night ended forever
in a bitter-sweet memory.
Today’s rain washes away
our morning-after existential chemicals
like a bright sunrise
in a wide-angle lens.
I’m free. I’m smiling
and flying high, and I’m free.