2. Man Epitomized in Creative Law
DoHH – Being
December 4th 2023
I want to be held.
Physically.
I want to be held in a way that melts me into nothingness,
My body touched in the language of a Thai masseuse,
My hair stroked gently by the softest, most delicate fingers.
Held and understood intimately in the language of two naked bodies-
In heightened breaths of discovery,
In the little whispers of want,
And loud moans of acceptance.
Spiritually.
I want to be held
In the depths of your eyes,
Where secrets of your soul unravel.
Our hearts beating as one,
Let the Spirit that gives us life take us to the heights of our being.
I want to shudder in the outer body,
Calling your name in a different tongue,
As mountains erupt and waterfalls cascade.
Hold me as we float in this inhibited space.
Intellectually.
I want to be held naked,
With the pages of life’s generative books laid bare.
Turn me on with your thoughts,
Make love to me in the depth of your mind.
Hold me, seduce me, capture me my Solomon;
Quench your Sheba,
That she may thirst no more.
Leisurely.
I want to be held
In the quiet caves of two.
Holding hands on empty streets in ghost towns,
Watching the sun rise from the embrace of a floating balloon,
Strolling barefoot on white sandy beaches,
Your hand firmly on my back,
Pressing against my soul.
I want to be held in the little pieces of heavens we create as we go,
Go into the unfolding of memories of our old.
Socially.
I want to be held up with pride.
Tattooed with the cutest, most cringe pet names.
Praised and adored,
Yet covered in privacy.
Cheers led to my beyond,
Planted in the earth, against the world.
Economically.
I want to be held
In the diffusion of worries of the past and future,
Supported with a pair of hands that got me,
Invested with a vision for who I could become.
Fanned with just the right amounts of gentleness and guidance.
Success is in the secrets of the earth and realms of purpose;
Let us eat, drink and make merry,
In the gladness of the reward and treasures.
Heart Full.
In the mundaneness of life
I want to look into your heart and find rest.
Through the joy or sorrow life brings,
Through the meaningless and the meaningful-
Let us surrender to the fullness of it all.
I want to be held.
Held as in the beginning.
Held as though I’ve never been held before.
Held until I become everything and nothing at once.
Deborah Nyamu,
DoHH,
2025.
