The Equation of BandagesA Poem by Radad Ibn NasirI burnt my lips on your kiss And before this I slaved A BEHAVED behavior Fits of a forlorn savior I darken my sight with your eyes Implied, plight to beside Harken light let rise Inside the right tries I numb my touch to your feel Scuffed heel on stuck gum Appeal struck dumb Broken senseless drum I thought your voice to my ears As years of choice clocked Tears from what I hear Blocked voice in a box. I exhale your scent from my memories Breath rent fragile energies Yet the squeeze meant A Nail in the fence of sensories. I freeze my blood with your heart Dubbed it an art These aren’t passages But bandages of lost parts. © 2013 Radad Ibn NasirAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRadad Ibn NasirYoungstown, OHAboutA voice without a canvas is just an echo heard throughout time. Sometimes children ask me to play, so I play. The elderly beckon with wisdom and I syphon. I think I was born an expression... I hav.. more..Writing
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