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Ali Haider Majid @alihaidermajid

Poet.

Desert heat in the hollow of your clavicle tidal waves form when our hearts meet crashing against the beckoning shoreline of our naked skin Your body- sleek as a ship- riding over me: gale-driven by the rhythm of my breath, sailing over me in a tempest of longing. We drown willingly in the salt of each other, sea foam laced between our lips as we kiss, hands held, making way through the endless horizon, of you & me.

What is this chest of yours, if not a shell? May I rest my head upon it and listen- how is it that your heart beats with the voice of the entire ocean?

Last week, I met a man who stirred in me the unexpected weight of love- a fleeting encounter that became something more. He will never be mine, already promised elsewhere, yet in some way, we will always be lovers. & for that, I am grateful- to have held him in my arms & to still have him in my sky.

You are never alone, you’ll always have the universe right beside you- I promise. Ali Haider Majid

Has someone ever risen star-bumps on your skin?

You tore tears through my healing eyes.

He touched me, only to make me realise how truly lonely I was.

I just want to place my head on a lap that feels like the ground of a home- steady, warm, and stable. Hands that stroke away the anguish pressed deep into my heart, as if smoothing out the creases of years I’ve carried alone. Eyes in which I can dive when I feel like a mere atom on this earth- lost, weightless, and unseen- so that, even in my smallest moments, I know I exist in someone’s world.

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The craving for this.

Kiss me, then slide your lips across my face & bite, hard, my cheek.

To cradle you in tenderness, yet I burn to mark you with raw intent- to brush my lips against your cheek, only to sink my teeth in after. To press into you, each thrust slow, deliberate, until the pressure of my desire makes your breath hitch, till the strain of my body sits in your pelvis.

‘To brush my lips against your cheek, only to sink in my teeth after.’ Ali Haider Majid

The most powerful muse is your inner child.

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Deem it unpalatable if you must, but tonight, I couldn’t bring myself to wash my face or brush my teeth. How could I erase you from me? You, the most purified taste my mouth has ever known, the most delicate skin my hands have ever graced. Forehead upon forehead, nose brushing nose, your scent, so beautiful, lingers on my cheeks. How could I cleanse myself of that? Of you? I want to drift into sleep wrapped in the fragrance of your presence, the taste of you still humming on my lips.