Flesh by Azara Meghie

If I touch you here…do you feel a man or a woman?

If I rub our skins together…do you feel a person or flesh?

When you feel my skin…do you imagine the rest of my body?

If I squeeze you…do you feel pleasure or pain?

When you feel my squeeze…do you assess my dominance by the tightness of my grip?

If I poke you like this…do you feel masculinity or femininity?

When you feel me poke you…do you hesitate because you are unclear of the intention?                                                                                                                                    

If I brush your hair back…do you feel nurture or nature?

When you feel my stroke…do you construct ideas of games I used to play as a child?

If I embrace your whole body when we hug…do you feel chemistry?

When you feel my hips during our embrace…do you arouse questions of my gender?

If I kiss you like this…do you feel at ease or disappointment?

When you feel my lips…do you think their tenderness beacons for passion?

If I hold your hand…do you feel like the protector or the protected?

When you feel the creases of my palm…do you manifest my physical labours?

If I stand close to your face…do feel intimacy or intrusion?

When you acknowledge my presence before you…do you want to size up and assess me as a physical challenge?

If I look into your eyes…do you see happiness or sorrow?

When you connect our gaze…do you gamble with who will look away first?

If I smell musky…do you feel suffocated or encompassed? 

When you smell me…do you question who it would attract?

If I speak to you in this tone…do you feel passive aggression or authority?

When you hear my voice…do you imagine it resonating into your ear through a melodic tune?

If I question you like this…do you feel to question your sexuality or assert it?

When you try to answer these questions…do you think about my gender or my personality?

If I give you a piece of my flesh…do you hold a man or a woman?

When you hold my flesh…do you think it defines who I am?

If you smell a piece of my flesh…do you smell a man or a woman?

When you smell a piece of my flesh…do you think it defines who I am?

If you taste a piece of my flesh…do you taste a man or a woman?

When you taste my flesh…do you think it defines who I am?

If I…do you feel a man or a woman?

When you…do you think it defines who I am?

Does my flesh define who I am?

Serra Grande by Azara Meghie

Crash and splash,

The waves move,

Hitting against the rocks,

They are high and low,

Sometimes moving slow,

Removing the minds blocks,

Tranquil and peaceful,

The palm leaves applaud the movement of the wind,

The way they all orchestrate together is the most astounding cacophony,

Then you hear a bird singing a fine melody,

Whistling in the distance,

Constantly thinking I appreciate my existence.

A wonderful Gem,

Placed perfectly for me to find,

A memory like this is one of a kind,

With the continuous thought,

That thing’s can only get better,

Life is a beautiful thing.

The Heart That You Took From Me by Azara Meghie

The heart that was..

Solid molten,

Liquified by your touch,

Heated with passion.

 

The heart that was..

Creative inspiration,

Inspired innovation,

Now aspiring for a creative heart

With the aspiration I am inspired. 

 

The heart that was..

Too big to handle

You encompassed like a glove, 

Tailoring every crease and fold..

Fitted love.

 

The heart that knew all

Denied itself honesty, 

Neglected the balance, 

Never without words.

 

The heart that was..

Now has no articulation for the tongue,

I am speechless...

 

Learning depth from your necessary tuition,

The heart you took from me grows with you

A Motion by Azara Meghie

A motion.

Moving. Going. Shifting. Journey.

Flowing continuously.

Flourish of connections.

No exceptions.

Full. Commitment.

Space. Filled with energy.

 

Indulging a feeling.

Encompassing the mind.

Electrically igniting.

Begin.

Battle for resistance.

Stop.

Trying for control.

Will the soul.

Enter elements.

Layers to decipher.

Comprehension of motion.

Find within.

Depth.

Comes risk.

Lift. Light.

 

A motion of emotion.

Escalating escapades.

Ending the battle.

Embarking on a different trivia.

Enlightening electrolytes.

Experience each.

Endeavour.

Encounter with assurance.

Confidence conflicting.

Perseverance.

Triumph inevitable.

Endless like a motion.