The Dancing of our Minds

THE DANCING OF OUR MINDS

a poem for Abdel

I HAD THIS DREAM IN DARKNESS
WE, OF PERFECT HARMONY
ROLL THOUGHTS, LIKE LIQUID
INTO SHAPES AND COLORS

LUMINESCENT, WE COME TOGETHER,
YOU RADIATE MY LIGHT;
REFLECT MY HIGHEST ASPIRATIONS
IN GRACE EPITOMAL.
YOU EMBODY MY SOUL.

I WANT TO TAKE YOUR PICTURE
SO I CANNOT FORGET WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE.

AWAKE
I LICK THE SCANT FLAVOR
OF MY DREAMS
FROM MY LIPS.

STRANGE
HOW I LONG FOR THIS.
STRANGE
HOW MY DREAM COMPELS ME TO SEEM
SOMEWHAT STAGNANT
IN COMPARISON.
NO- NOT STAGNANT,
MAYBE RESTRAINED
MAYBE MY MOVEMENT IS INHIBITED
MAYBE I AM BOUND
BY THE VISCOUS NATURE OF MY CIRCUMSTANCE
THAT DOES NOT ACHIEVE THE GLORY OF MY DREAMS.

AND YET

AWAKE AGAIN
I SEE YOU.
YOUR EXQUISITE GAZE DEMANDS MY ATTENTION-
HOLDS ME.
ENRAPT, I AM DRAWN BY YOUR EYES:
YOUR EYES THAT HAVE FOLLOWED ME
INTO MY STYGIAN DREAMS.

THE DANCING OF OUR MINDS,
AS OUR EYES INTERTWINE,
AND WE, OF PERFECT HARMONY,
ROLL THOUGHTS, LIKE LIQUID,
INTO SHAPES AND COLORS.

STRANGE HOW I LONG FOR THIS.
STRANGE
HOW MY DREAM IS COMPELLED TO BE
IN YOU.

IS MY DREAM REAL?
IS MY REALITY A DREAM,
OR IS IT A DELUSION?

THE DELUSIONS I HAVE CREATED
OF MYSELF
IN THIS WORLD
COME PITEOUSLY,
RAINING DOWN
IN SHARDS OF SPLINTERED DREAMS.

HOW I FEAR THAT MY FEELINGS FOR YOU ARE DELUDED
HOW I FEAR THAT YOU MAY BE A DELUSION
HOW I FEAR THAT YOU MAY BE AN ILLUSION.

EVEN IN THE FACT
THAT YOU CANNOT SPEAK MY LANGUAGE
AND I CANNOT CONVERSE IN YOURS,
YOU SHATTER AN ILLUSION
I HOLD OF MYSELF.

MY HEART OF CAIRO BLEEDS IN SHAME
TO NOT UNDERSTAND YOUR MORROCAN TONGUE.

YET THE FLAVOR
OR WHAT I TASTE IS REAL
LINGERS.

MY DREAM DOES NOT LANGUISH
IN THE SEA OF DELUSIONS-
YET IT DOES NOT SATIATE.

EPITOMAL FRUSTRATION.
I HOLD SHAPES AND COLORS
IN MY MOUTH.
DANCING UPON MY MIND
AND UPON MY TONGUE
THEY WILL NOT PASS MY LIPS.

I STUTTER.
I SPIT MY THOUGHTS OUT
IN BROKEN SPANISH PHRASES.

GRASPING
TO BREAK THIS BARRIER
IN OUR COMMUNICATION.

GRASPING
TO DIALOGUE WITH YOU
WHO WOULD MAKE MY DREAM REAL.

GRASPING
TO TASTE AND TO BITE AND TO EAT
AND TO BE NOURISHED BY MY DREAM-
TANGIBLE.

AWAKE AGAIN

I SEE THAT THINGS ARE NOT
AS I HAD PERCEIVED.

CIRCUMSTANCE KEEPS MY DREAM
DANCING JUST BEYOND GRASP
OF HOW I ENVISION IT.
YET YOU NEVER FALTERED
IN REALITY
FROM THE QUALITIES THAT YOU POSSESSED
IN MY DREAM

AND I REALIZE
THAT IN ATTEMPTING TO CLING
TOO STRONGLY
TO THE DESIRES OF MY DREAM,

I NEGLECT TO CONTRIBUTE
TO THIS DREAM
OF OUR EXPERIENCE TOGETHER
THAT IS FAR MORE RICH
THAN I COULD HAVE IMAGINED WITHOUT YOU.

WE DO
ROLL THOUGHTS INTO
SHAPES AND COLORS.

by Farouz Gipson

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