How Will I and other Poems
by Christene Nongbet
(Shillong, India)
How can you be my soul love
if you do not see my love,
or my efforts
to understand you?
How can you freeze your mind with a
magic wand, forget the things we share
and only think of my digging into
your heart so I can bleed you?
How can you lock
your memories
in the darkest of caves,
fooling yourself
that my heart and hand,
while caressing you,
were just a show?
How can you conclude
everything so soon?
Do I need to remind you
of what I said on my sick bed?
I've etched your name inside me:
even if I want to, I cannot erase it.
How can you forget
the night we drove together,
filled with divine passion,
and I called you my soul love,
not soul mate?
Isn't love, eternal?
Isn't mate, merely sensual?
Don't you remember?
We inspire each other
like rain 'honouring Earth'!
How will I carry the blood
staining your pants
in my mynsiem, my soul,
if you fail to see that the blood
pumping in my heart
is all for you?
How will I make you positive about me?
How will I make you spurn
the insecurities crawling
in your heart like summer ants?
How will I assure you
that I adore you,
or that you are the sun
and the moon to me?
How will I?
A question unanswered,
maybe
till I die...
How will I?
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Tomato
By Christene Nongbet
I wish you were
a tomato
so I can have you
in my hand:
soft
and easy to eat.
The Badge of Honour
By Christene Nongbet
The blood stain on your pants
is the blood stain
on my Mynsiem:*
our badge of honour.
I will wear it,
like rain honouring Earth.
*Soul.
The Floor
By Christene Nongbet
So she spread
herself on the floor,
aromatic with love.
And he came down,
sanctifying
with his warm embrace.
Time froze.
And now she is blushing,
with pride.
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