#mythic language

[zuubaida]

A tempting woman, That's what I've wanted to be.

Not to others but to a single man, A man with a heart, A man with plight.

A signatory man, Symbolic of will- Ander, Sound, Wrath, Strength, Muscle.

A man so unafraid of the world around him, His only weakness would be me.

A man who is unmoved by the thralls, The many vanities of the living world. A man who is inclined to needing me, to wanting me; I become his entire purpose.

Does such a man exist?

A love which isn’t transient, Something that enwraps me, Where it kills him when I am not in his presence. My pain would be his to suffice, And maybe it is depravity, this kind of love—

To crave so much it borders on ruin, To want without measure, To need as though the world itself were hollow without it.

But if such a man could exist, I would not call it sin, I would only call it home.

Zuubaida

[musicmakesyousmart]

Eyeless in Gaza - Mythic Language

Ambivalent Scale Recordings

2014

[apracticeofattention]

minimums

I.

I don’t want to play nice about this

You measured every mile Counted every inconvenience As if affection were something you rented by the hour

As if staying were a favor

If you want to stay Stand up straight And meet the weight of that decision If not Don’t waste what’s left of my tenderness pretending you’re built for more than you are

II.

There was a gentleness I imagined us growing into

When I was hurt I thought I’d feel you arrive quicker than fear I thought your steadiness would settle my shaking body

Love doesn’t always gather where you need it Sometimes it hesitates Backs away Looks at your suffering like a problem too heavy to hold

I’m grieving what I believed in The version of us where your hands did not tremble with indecision

Now I’m picking my way alone through the rubble of what I hoped you were

III.

There’s a strange shame in asking for care that should have been offered freely

IV.

Trust frays quietly Like thread pulled too many times I didn’t notice the first snap And then suddenly The whole seam is gone

V.

What do you want from us? From me? From the life you say you’re building?

VI.

There is a temple in me that opens only when I’m wounded A place of salt, bone

In the old myths Love is proven through ordeal Cross the river Enter the forest Face the guardian at the gate Your trial was smaller

A priestess knows what it means when someone steps back during ceremony

I gave you my softer power My open palms My trust as offering In return You gave me a flickering flame that cannot light a path nor warm a wounded body

I will not bind myself to a partner who drifts If you choose this union Anchor it If you do not Then let the cords fall

I am not afraid to walk forward alone I have done it before