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Kyana Brindle: this isn’t a love poem…love poems be about sweetness and light… love poems be about god and openness love poems be about feeling whole and complete and in the flow of that universal life force energy radiating from inside me between we in ecstasy …hellmuthafuckin no this shit is raw and swollen like a black eye painful and so good at the same time…
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Between Spaces
By Kyana Brindle
Kyana Brindle is a writer vocalist, and performer from New York, who lives in Harlem. “Between Spaces” is her first one-woman show. She has performed her poetry and singing at Nightengales, Laila Lounge, Bowery Poetry Club, Nuyorican Poets Cafe, Hampshire Collge, Soul Cafe, and other venues. Kyana is a reiki practioner, sexual health educator and former managing director of Smokin Word. She is currently pursuing her master’s degree in psychology at NYU and has taught creative writing and directed theatre for youth throughout New York. A healer and artist Kyana believes in using spirituality and creative service as tools for transformation and social change.
space #1
i sit at the kitchen table
sipping cabernet
waiting for you to
come home
the low humming
of the refrigerator
calms me
and i notice the plants
drying in the window
the once-green edges
now brown and sadly curved
at once i am
trying not to think of you
and imagining you
touching me
your brown hands
cupping my breasts
circling my nipple with a finger
a moan escaping my lips
seeing us framed in white sheets
candle light flickering and
no sound but our breath
skin
flesh on flesh
chests rising and falling
in time with
hips calling out yes
my back arched to meet you
i try to forget that i
want you here forever
that i need to wake up to your
closed eyelids and even breath
each morning
it reminds me of my purpose, loving you
every day brings me closer to
the realization that i must
walk alone
carve my own path
even if you are beside me
the choices are mine to make
and this fills me with
loneliness i thought i buried
beneath smiles and red wine
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