NATALIE N. NARINE
RECONNECTED
Given the task of finding a babies name
Breaking legacies
Elemental and magically filling
Imitating Icarus, flying close to the sun
Borrowing morsels of Solaris for her womb
Not realizing I had left traces of myself behind
Days merely lag
Subconsciously the son finds me
Ecliptic glimpses clash into time stopping wormholes
Tossing us into familiarity with imprints of amnesia
Retreat aloofly
Bending to normalcy
Your heart devours my solemnities of devotion.
RECYCLE
Mounting the horizon
Scaling the skies
Sipping freezing reality through thin air
Reflecting as I crunch icicles along my eyelashes
Refusing existence on a vicious spin cycle of nothingness
Conscious seclusion
Devoid of self expectations, realizations, and dainty love
Inviting eternal sacrifice upon a frozen, blue resting place
Paralyzed as the heart seizes its rhythm
The sun in its idle play taunts
Cruelty is defrosting to taste his touch
Nostalgic intoxication
Longing, wanting, and needing gracious intimacy
He has promised himself forever
I exchange the vow of living.
GET OUT
Parallel lifestyle
Discarded into oblivion years before
Fighting traditions that bind upside down to spill the blood of independence out through the nostrils
Fertilized by ancient mothers
Birthing futuristic domestic violent soldiers
Eating the innocence of their own children
Experimentation in cities of opportunity.