Nav K - Chill
Music: Lowercase Noises - Rushes

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Engagement in conversation is confirmation of intellect and a combination of predicates that evoke provocation. So upon confrontation my mind takes sets and compilations of audio-visual concentration. Once I discovered she spoke my language I crossed her off every list, suddenly tempted to lick the condensation off her lips. I hoped to god I wasn’t complicating or over compensating for beauty beyond contemplation. But I was hoping to collaborate on that canvas, stroke her like a candid work of art expanded into enchanted flesh and form. I’d implore her to stay so we could explore the human race and celebrate, never denigrate the bliss that we’d be in. Until we levitate to the point of elevation in attempt to compose a dictionary of skin. So while I fantasize about everything between her lips and thighs, I match her stride and my insides start to spill. I say:

I’m no soothsayer I’m just a smooth layer of chill. I’m here to inundate you with words you’ve already heard but in a different sequence of meaning and need. And I know of you’ve been told that you’re beautiful, but I’m here to make you believe it indeed.

- Nav K


The Next Time You Say "I Love You"

You say that you love me

and yet you make it seem like coral reefs

have fewer faults than I. 

You say that my eyes are like 

your favorite pair of blue jeans

and yet you purposefully rip holes into them.

That I am the most beautiful flower in the garden,

and yet you pluck me from the soil,

and I wither.

You say that you love me,

and yet I want to tell you,

that love is more than clandestine love letters

and sharing umbrellas in the rain.

I want to tell you that love is not just made up of syllables,

and words that sound nice.

I want to tell you that love is appreciation;

that it is acceptance.

And sometimes love means letting go. 

So next time you say “I love you”,

I will accept the gift and say “thank you”,

but I am tired of mistaking

Venus flytraps for daisies.

So next time you say, “I love you”

I will be gone.

They told me the tapping in my wrist is a time bomb
When I believe there are other ways to get away
There must be a reason for why my heart hurts
and why my brain burns
And why all the flowers in my veins feel grey

You flirt with the quiet
You say the way I love is like a disaster
And then you kiss me and it tastes like escape

Seven months ago you slipped your hand in mine
And I slipped out of my skin
Still not quite sure what I’ve been walking around in

—  I’ve been away from home

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Last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place. She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but how can it be a mistake when I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her? Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her…
—  OCD (Neil Hilborn)

This spoken piece rips me open every time I hear it.  A highly unusual love poem. Such passion!

Neil Hilborn - “OCD” (Rustbelt 2013)