NAVIGATION
i. warmth
i miss the warmth of
hand in hand. she is the moon,
she is calm like sun.
she is tide, and she
ebbs and flows with gentle grace -
i am manic speed.
there is contention,
but opposition welcomed
in, like fresh of air.
a dark silhouette
against purple fire-
his face scrunches up.
she runs with no grace,
or the elegance i have
come to know from her.
i miss the warmth of
hand on cheek. she is the heat,
i am cold like night.
ii. haikus and heaven
he blocks my entry,
breaks hand that touches women-
for I broke vows first.
he tells me, I must
forfeit the love of my life
like she is nothing,
if I want to feel
the warmth that is at his feet.
bring me in from cold,
just to freeze my heart-
the warmth that is my woman
is beyond compare
is she worth the toil?
abyss of asphodel fields,
love versus purpose,
trapped by laws and gods
known from our own creation,
frightened to submit.
she is like the sun
but he’s the one who made her,
all her light is his,
and all of her light
can be found behind the gates.
all of her- but her.
when I love my girl,
I am stilted, by a wall
that stands between both
she and I, and then
me and heaven and my God,
which path is loving?
I may never know
Which path leads to truest love
But I know, oh do I know,
That I need love and purpose,
And perhaps she is both.
iii. warmth
to be warm, splendour,
on grass that itches our legs,
sun that warms our back
to be cool, ocean,
under water’s oily film
hand in hand in hand
she’s mine and i’m hers
she still looks like you without
the burden of hair.
touch on skin on rocks
sharp and jagged fingernails
draw blood until aches
About the author: I am an 18-year old university student, from Sydney.
