I offer you this hand in your peace and your calamity. Here is my hand. Here is me.
– Rashid white
Drifting
If we lay here after a
long day of distractions
and play lo-fi instrumentals
Will you unplug with me?
Disconnect yourself
From the emails, phone
Notifications? Can we
Have a vibe session?
Cleanse our mental state
And build estate? Intentionally
Elevate each other’s state?
Instead of looking for escapes.
I want to explore what functional looks like
Like when you here but not here
What does the peace you envision taste like?
Is the space you drifted too colourful
Like migrating fish in the Euphrates?
Like When your mind starts to wonder
My 3rd eye meets you on the astral plane
I see you. You are seen. I want to discover
Acceptance in the discomfort of silence
And drained bodies trying to recover for
The next work. An ongoing effort to tap in
The internal exhaustion is beyond empty.
Show me what that agape love does.
I match your energy with mine.
Get the basics right with Rashid white, hear it from the Poet’s mouth!
If I Allow you to Take a Break
Let your apartment be my coffin
Your legs be the ritualist soil my
head rests in—a graveyard of your
orgasms—Creating positive energy
from our toxicities is a balancing act
a tightrope of your nectar.
This nourishment.
This urge to submerge myself in it.
I am not well versed in
DC Universe, but I have always wanted
Breathe underwater.
Let me audition to your Aquaman and I’ll swim
through the Crescendos of your
vocal cords on a looped Playlist.
I’m envious of your tears because they
share a stronger connection than we do.
I will write you an epic poem in fingertips,
Bite marks, scratches, and tongue.
Carrying the scent of our sin in my beard faithfully…
