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Poetry: ‘Email from Rumi’ | Leigh Cuen

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Come to my side, I will open the gate
We have always been connected
unlock me with your tongue
plug into me
with bolts of tenderness
our unity revealed
is the light of truth manifest
I was once the prisoner
of a little pond
you are the sapphire ocean
come, merge with me
leave this tropic of ignorance
you will find your spark
deep inside me
buried in a white seashell
stretch out your hand
I will open the gate.

Eavesdropping on the Whore of Babylon
She pressed her phone against her ear,
veiled in frizzy red hair.
I don’t remember his name.                     The lover with the moustache.
She breathed cigarette smoke,
wriggling
gray and wisps of ash.
Blinked her tired eyes.
He said he missed me…
Read the rest of this poem, featured in Fuck Art, Let’s Dance, published by Nostrovia! Poetry

Poetry: ‘It Was Always You’ | Leigh Cuen

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For years before you
I read about love and watched love on TV
I sang along to the radio
about this stranger
voice wavering at the high notes
and I fiddled with passion like a child with matches-
careful not to burn my fingers.

Since I met you,
I sing about you in the shower,
dress for you in the morning
I stand tall and smile wide
because you exist.
I use your name interchangeably
with Heart and other deities.
For you are the answer
to every question
I never knew was inside me.