In the blink of an eye,
And it was over

It was, pretty surreal

Surreal in the way
Our paths, happened to cross
But so real,
In the way you created constellations
Out of the scattered stars that I was

And what I was,
Made sense to you

What you said,
Seemed to unravel who I am,
Spreading out the strands of my DNA
Across this body of conversation
That was as simple,
As it was complex
And as we fleshed out the bones of our meeting
I became aware
That these moments, aren’t common
This meeting of the spirit,
Only happens for a reason

And just as the season was summer,
You shared a ray of light
The kind that, queens sing,
The kind that, lit up my skin
And made me question
If I should ever
Wear clothes again

You even considered
The sway of my orientation,
And didn’t let my hips’ rotation
Lead you in the obvious direction

When most men choose bridals and saddles
You,
Chose the track less traveled
Held my name
In your hands, like it was lucky

I am still trying to remember
What your voice sounds like

You used a word
You called me ‘beautiful’
And not the word used
To comfort self-conscious friends,
Or the word 
Men use to slip between a woman’s legs,
But the word
That sees through skin

The beautiful that
Peels back flesh and bone
Until all that I am, is memories
And mementos

All of which, you wanted to know
And in detail
You asked to memorize
My skin-inked designs
That scribe the lives
I have lived before
And before then,
No one had ever asked me that question

And in between
Seeing me,
And meeting me
You rearranged the planets
So that the only moons that aligned,
Were our eyes,
And everything else
Just faded into the quiet 

I still question if you existed
Because
It all happened
And then it didn’t

Like this poem,
Our meeting was brief
But luckily I didn’t blink
Or I would’ve missed it.




Written by Jahra, ‘12 

(Source: jahrager)