Pleasure is…
a worthy aspiration.
deserves to be a guaranteed yes
i always have time for pleasure
Pleasure is…
art
defiance
self love, also
the highest manifestation of the human essence
Pleasure is…
having my nipples painted
as everyone watches
the feel of the brush
the cold of the paint
a slight shivering
keep it slight
keep that rush of pleasure to myself
because my audience
has not yet earned the right to see me… free
in that way
you wish you could see me that way
Pleasure is…
when Frank Ocean said, “why see the world,
when you’ve got the beach…
the sweet life”
(an excerpt from Thinkin Bout Me)
“my heart swells in anticipation
my mind captures the present moment
saves that as a new memory
my soul sits back to wallow in this new perfect moment
I deserve beauty
I deserve new memories”
Pleasure is…
new place
new people, hence
new sex interests
new webs of connection
*naughty whisper
ati who’s fucking who?
doesn’t matter to me
because
Pleasure is…
the long game
like one wise bitch once said,
a person is only unavailable when they’re dead
(an excerpt from Clown Shit)
“horny is a bad place to be
especially horny to the point where fucking yourself is not enough
this kind of horny is when my clown comes out to play
…
it’s the little things,
like dancing with her, she pulls me close and whispers, can you let me lead?
or we’re hugging goodbye, he presses his dick against me, holds me a few moments longer
or eye contact,
such a sly way to send sexually charged messages
…
be brave boo,
follow through
let me take you home with me”
Pleasure is…
growing up
choosing me
and defining home on my own terms
(an excerpt from My Long-Distance Works)
“my physical manifestation of a place where I’m free to be me,
where I’m wanted because I exist
our love is aware of what’s real
our lives are full and our dreams are big
her path is hers
mine is mine”
(an excerpt from Forever Bae <3)
“feels like home
like a reunion with a past self
if home is people, i am home
if home is many places, i am one of them
if ‘home’ is just another societal farce,
then i am homeless right with you”
(an excerpt from A World Is Ending)
“endings are hard
beginnings are beautiful
i see warm sunny days
green endless fields
happiness & freedom
majesty
in this new world you can call me,
Naba the Fucking Goddess”
Pleasure is…
having all my special lover friends
know that all they need to do
is come to me
best life looks like-
i exist
and they come
and then i come #ifyouknowyouknow
Pleasure is…
that reunion of lovers
splashes of anxiety,
fear of abandonment,
all washed away by
beauty
(she’s so fucking fine, and we look so good together)
craving
(it’s been so fucking long)
want
(she makes me want to stand on every rooftop and shout out loud “I’m so gay!!!”)
i miss me some queer joy
(an excerpt from Queer Joy)
“you make me want to be brave
brave like
let’s fuck-this-shit snap and fall in love with each other
…
let’s fuck-this-shit snap and fall in love anyway
everything ends anyway
i want to be brave
so let’s go
let’s get our joy”
Pleasure is…
sunset,
all to myself
(some reunions are endings and that’s ok)
(an excerpt from Sunset)
“oh Sunset
lips so sweet
dick so bomb
chemistry so good
but fails to see past
the fear of catching feelings
where authentic human connection lies
can’t you see, sunset?
the fear of catching feelings is a construct of the patriarchy”
Pleasure is…
the fall of the patriarchy
god let me live to see the day when we light the fire that burns everything down
Pleasure is…
not needing to know the whole story
now is all that matters
our lives are way too big
and way too complex
to fit into every conversation
with every lover
may we live to never explain ourselves again
to anybody
Pleasure is…
spending time talking endlessly with Forever Bae <3
(another excerpt from Forever Bae <3)
“brave
unafraid
unashamed
exciting levels of insanity
sweet, sweet lips
forever as in-
she’s my favorite person to see everyday,
my whole being lights up with delight when i open my door and it’s her
and when she’s not there, I notice
forever as in-
soak up the breeze
smoke up some trees
un-holy crabs
road tripping
shrooms tripping
‘i bet you these niggas can’t swim’
‘a revolutionary mix of facing our demons and drinking them into oblivion’
‘everything is everything’
…and other stories
acid, molly
pink pills
yellow pills
staying lifted
(we’ll never tell)
forever as in-
love like this has no ending”
Pleasure is…
performing this poem with all my lovers in the room
euphoric harmony
Pleasure is…
quoting myself over and over again
knowing that my words will live forever
right up there with bell hooks, Mona Eltahawy, Khalil Gibran & Rumi
Pleasure is…
poetry over prose
always
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