Hearts on Her Socks

It hails outside a window in her freezing house

Warmness in her heart ceases to reach her cold feet

It is a cold night indeed

Escapes the cold under thick blankets

Locks herself up in a room

Never been so darkened

Unaware of what had sent the glooms under her rainbowish ceilings

Her cold body slips under the covers

Fading beneath the layers

An attempt to hide a prideful desire in flames

It is a lonely night she feels

Finally seeks refuge

In eaten fantasies and memories

Eaten by time, pain, pride or fear

Fear of sin

Sin begets sin

And so on

Feeding off the bits and pieces of good old memories

Is the least she can achieve of happiness

Perhaps send itches of desire to a calm retreat

The least of sins are thoughtful ones

A marble body lies on her cold bed

Unturned gem

Only not in the dirt

Even in the wildest moments of time

Roars down her throat she swallows

Lying there like a mummy

History exposed in a museum of painful endings

She remains unturned

You must envy her perseverance

She masters the wait

Never compete with a woman keen to preserve her slate

Seduction at this hour

A hazard to her Godly pact

Though this Oceanus chaos versus reason

There are facts

Skin aches to touch

Lips long to part

Flower impatient to blossom

Unyielding yearning

For a season so far apart

Blue with suppression

One of her excellent skills

Bury it all inside

She smiles “what a beautiful coffin!”

And what a cold coffin!

Sleep is the best solution

Before some fool ignites a revolution

Lit up the fire in her holly devotion

Prayers are her favorite of soul lotions

Rouses – ablutes – prays – then back

Bidding sleep a warm welcome

Soon retrieves the previous situation

This is a curse or worse

Cold feet electrocute her blinks

Pursued cold all over her body down to the end

Astounded at the sight of her pair of socks

Red hearts blaze with envy on it

Stole all warmth once coated her naked veins.

May K.

Arabic tune by Wael Kfoury


4 thoughts on “Hearts on Her Socks

    1. Somethings learned the hard way. Thanks for reading and the support, Cheryl. Glad it touched you..it did me too immensly.

  1. Such devote beliefs in a greater good, a greater cause, your great God. I’m sure he appreciates the sacrifice, the cold bed you sleep alone in. That coffin is beautiful, but then again any thing you sleep in is beautiful. I salute you for the outpouring of your soul. This is well done. May, your prayers will continue to be the lotion of your soul.

  2. I understand and relate to it possible more than you know. However I will try to explain with these two poems….

    Introduction Which Leads To Reduction – Nonet

    It is constantly thrown in our face
    Matters not this still a disgrace
    Binds you it does here on earth
    Stop to realize its worth
    Maybe its part curse
    Each time this act
    Love distract
    Wrong in

    Sexual Acts Meant To Distract – Canzone

    Animals be they in the forest
    Acts be they are though ravenous
    Life be more than copulas pleasure
    Contact of skin on skin feels no wind
    Visions of a tunnel or funnel you can say
    The nature of things be opposites attract

    Peace and blessings to you

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