Rehan Hyder Poems

Let’s agree I won’t read a
Word from your eyes….
Keep scribbling stories of yore
Court intrigues and furor
...

morning woke up in my mouth
with the overgrowth, wilderness of your name
raw freshness of uneven inflexions
I sliced, diced and glazed each syllable
...

In this compressed artistry of moment
I receive spalls of fire off your skin
condescending slant of your head
gurgle stories of the forced confession
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believe the sun
when it imports
mirage of my smile
on your kitchen wall
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I am 37 minutes away from
D’s cinematographic certainty
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Glint of your eyes
And the afternoons on your lips
Set desires afoot
They traverse alley
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[On a Poem by WJ]

On my placid back
is warmth of your breath
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assailed by boomerang of gilded hints
spin-off smiles, unpicked chits
I see with the unmistakable clarity of a blind
receptacle of the scum that miffs
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Perhaps you are:
My tomorrow,
Tomorrow …….
which is mine
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Chanced up on a gathering
where chests were being beaten
and wedding gowns of nudity ripped in shards
requiems squealed for every pleasure every indulgence
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