“It was not song that taught me love / But it was love that taught me song.” by 7ala Abdullah

Posted on December 5, 2013 by

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You wanted to be seen. I wanted to

be heard, so you pinned your right

ear to the right side of my left

breast and I filled my eyes with

the whole of you.

 

For the first three weeks we were

in love, you would yell “poet talk!”

giggling at every exaggerated sentiment

I’d used to romance you, but I could

tell from the way the corners of your

lips pushed away from one another that

you’d believed me.

 

You didn’t always believe me. There

were times when those same lips would

purse with disbelief when I would call

you beautiful, would feign

a smile only for the sake of showing

gratitude when I would tell you things like

 

“baby, I swear I had never understood

why people claimed to “fall” in love

until I kept tripping on my own two

feet every time you would flash that

heart wrenching smile at me”.

 

I swear, for every second you spend

believing you’re mediocre, I will

dedicate an hour of my life to

convincing you that you’re holy,

my lover;

because when you hold me,

every cell of my zealous body

screams out in prayer, breaks out in

shameless submission and reckless desire.

 

Would you believe me if I told you I had

never, ever aspired to belong to another

until the first time I laid eyes on you?

 

You, with your honey-dipped lips and hips

I would gladly lose every part of myself in;

 

you:

 

heart of gold and eyes like the sun come

up again;

 

my sun,

my sky,

my stars,

my moon, listen:

 

there are so few things that can change a

human heart, can alter its size and function,

can condition it to beat harder or faster

or softer or stronger, to beat at whatever

rate they see fit. I was never convinced

that love would fall under the category of

things that could accomplish this.

 

You’ve heard me say such ignorant things.

 

I think I said exactly this back when I was

trying to convince you I was a cold-hearted

cynic, that I didn’t believe love even existed,

that it was an

overvalued,

overrated,

pointless emotion I had no interest in,

 

think back to our very first conversation.

 

You said, “it hurts to fall in love with so

many things”.

 

I took that to heart.

 

I didn’t even know why back then.

 

But when you said, “it hurts to fall in love

with so many things”,

 

I took that to my heart.

 

And in sweet silence and unbound determination,

all the so many things inside of me lined up

for display,

and my harder, faster, softer heart and I,

we both agreed we would prove you wrong.

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