The Oval

Your eyes, dear

They are nauséeuse ovulating

Like a half moon 

Or a gaseous rock entangled

In a river of

Perhaps, sweet nothings

Or cloud faced birds

That have never ever seen what’s it like to fall into a froth impinged by

A narcotic of bees, wasps

Ten fingered human hands

That could 

Pluck your heart away

Just to see your face (fondue)

Lopsided

Reviews

[Ayesha Faiz]

This poem feels dreamy and strange in a really cool way. The images are unusual but beautiful, like “a river of sweet nothings” or “a narcotic of bees.” It gives off a deep, emotional feeling without saying things too directly. It’s creative, raw, and makes the reader think perhaps.
Nice work.