All of This

[tallonrk1]

Then he stuffs his hands into the pocket of his jacket,
Says that I have nothing left to be sorry for

And I want to tell him about love and all of this
As I watch his brown eyes lock into place

Like a sniper who holds his breath as he looks down the barrel
Preparing to watch a bullet fly through its target and land God knows where

And that’s what physicists call “Newton’s Fourth Law Of Motion,”
Or what psychologists call “Penis Envy”

And I’ve always thought it was the poet’s job
to make science interesting again

So I consider running my hands through his brown hair
to feel the static cling against my finger

As if attraction was a concrete expression—
The way bodies get stuck to each other

And chemists call this “Covalent Bonding”
Because of the sharing of charges,

But there is no chemistry for political science majors,
And I wonder whose ring could fit around his thin finger

Without it slipping off
Because I heard from a friend that he smiled and walked away

When the sweet girl downstairs asked him out
And it reminds me of every straight guy I’ve ever liked

And I look at his drawn and distant face
And I think “Neither of us know

What it means to be loved,”
And I think socialists would call this “The Problem With Capitalism,”

So I match his eyes and we become two snipers
Waiting to see who will pull the trigger first

In a snowy forest where we can see nothing but each other’s breath
And that’s what a homemaker would call “Home.”

[Mohammad Ahmad]

I like its meanings but this isn't a form of poetry, it is prose; however, we have this in Arabic literature we often called it prose poems