Nafis

She’s a baby, a bay, songstress of imprints,

Sentience, seminal kindred empress,

Spondee two stress sociological scale-less

Speck of skin-tight soulfly spent embers, no stress.

I know her as Nafis.

Sportive thought portage practitioner,

Pale lily plain splendid seminal sandal wearer

When it rains, water-stained pavement art,

Bravado bricolage, earthly taut Sahadat,

Tadah! Magic backwards in her last name,

Nafis underworld land lane

Cinematic focus toward simple dimples damn fine,

Intertwined forever nought,

For always are but the options on the table.

My friend wrote this poem and it turned out to be about me. He got it published in a couple places. I figured now is a good time as ever to share it.