Poem: Addiction- Raeez Jacobs

I'm so addicted to you

And I don't know why

I'm so stuck on you

The things you do

And the way you act

When you get shy and embarrassed 

Or when you say things

That make my world pause

And my muscles tighten in my skin

I'm addicted to what you mean

How you come between my consonants and my vowels

And reshape me to perfection

I'm addicted to the way you answer the night 

And converse with themorning 

Speaking wars from savage to abolished

You stop the demons in their tracks

And guard me from the things

That make my mind run amock in a mental frenzy

I'm addicted to the way you drive me crazy

Weakening my vogue and sending my soul off 

attached to the wings of the wind

Feeling akin with the atmosphere

I'm addicted to your touch and your history

To the way every moment with you

Is a lesson by which my heart

Is made to beat in the shade of your heart

I'm addicted to the way you

Insinuate omnipotence

That power by 

which

 i'm drawn 

Eternally to every 

place 

you adorn.

©RaeezJacobs. Poetry. 2013.

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Poem: The Slaying of The Butterfly

The Slaying of The Butterfly 

The fair sex- girl mouthed,
and mermaid formed
with the apple of Adam
and the hairs of some Beatrice
ranting about as paid locks
die by the floor of the heaving shoulder,
and the beads of overflowing sweat
as tides of angst by the ocean's despair
slam waves against the chest
where the soul breathes
causing the premature stare
into the darkness from which
even the bluest eye
cannot be averted.

- By Raeez Jacobs

© Raeez Jacobs. 2012. All Rights Reserved.

Poem: By the Eyes of the Blind

By the Eyes of the Blind

We don't mind sharing a bedroom,

naive one and I, while

all the circus world goes by

our window. In the darkness,

we share a bed, and coil ourselves

together, not for warmth;

coiling in our habitual ritual

the twain pains amalgamated

by sweaty palms, and wooden knees

we are a lady's ripped dress in

the dim moonlight,

barely moon-splashed

for any sight,

only seen by the blind eye,

just as we are the only lie,

together, so coiled

waiting to hear any sound

while the floor vacillates 

and our eyes spill

curses, reluctantly,

till the circus world goes by.

- By Raeez Jacobs

© Raeez Jacobs. 2012. All Rights Reserved.