Something hit me and I wrote it.

Significant Love Poem


I could pen sultry, vertebrae soothin’, backshot inspirin’, Tantric idealism spreadin’, other side of the borderline pornographic feelin’, battery-operated with six speed switches readin’, smack ya momma on the mouth ‘cause she ain’t say it was this good bein’ Love Poems

-or-

I could write the most classical, Audrey Lourde with Robert Frost stone in the manger describin’, Shakespearean thou shalt love metaphor havin’, Oh my God he loves me hearin’, two halves on a baby times two creatin’ Love Poems

I could do that all day
Because I’m a poet
And that’s what I do

I write the words that people hear
And hold their significant others…or themselves…
Wishin’ for a mere glimpse of the kinda sex Poets have

I mean, it’s GOTTA be the shit if
“I create rainforests in the center of your enchanting bosom”
-if-
“Universes blew cosmic winds of change when you climax”
…and such

And no one’s EVER heard the “psalm of the two-minute poet”
*I weep because I skeet, she’s pissed off at me and incomplete*

We create the fantasy that loving a POET is so wonderfully deep
That if we cheat- it’s gotta be ya’ll fault

-‘cause he’s a poet. I mean, he loved me “stronger than Hercules hamstring running laps around Gods Kingdom”
I mean, he loved me more than “life’s imagination sang from Angelic Orchestras drenched in golden myrrh”


Um Hmm…

See, what you must understand is at times
I can be a self-righteous, know-it-all bastard
I can leave the toilet seat up
I can forget to call before you go to sleep, ‘cause I’m playin’ video games
I can get mine before you get yours, then deeply and sincerely apologize… right before I kiss you goodnight
I can eat the last slice of bread using the last drop of your favorite spread… right before you ask me to share
I can argue a moot point with such blinding vigor and verbal rhetoric that you give up before you start

Because although I’m a poet,
I’m a man first
And I got issues

But here’s where it matters-
When I wake up the next morning from whatever idiotic thing I may have done or said
Your eyes tell me you love me
I make breakfast and spend the rest of the day pretending it’s our Anniversary

And it’s not for fear of losing you,
Nor because it’s what POETS do

But because love is a truth that cannot be confounded by issues
Love is a state where Euphoria is automatic
Love is what it is and it always will be
And mainly because, I love you.


© Fahim Malik Nassar 04 June 2003

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Enter the Written World of Fahim Malik Nassar

The House of Caine (available)

Melancholoy Funk (available)

Tha Anthology (Words 2001-2003) Poetry inspired by OKP and Wash, DC
(available)

The Spook who sat by the Radio Poetry (av