your arm rises from the middle of a colony of orange fish
a Portuguese man o’war stings my arteries
purple venom changes the color of my skin
the ocean holds you back
a red coral hurts my right thigh
my blood attracts sharks
i want to reach you
i dive deeper
phantoms of your love words spread on the surface of my brain
green ivy on a wall of bricks
seahorses show me the way
i see you
you swim with a yellow-edged lyretail
you turn around
your eyes pierce into mine
if you speak we’ll die!
your “i love you” cuts the ocean in two
avalanches of water fall from the sky
stars shed tears on the forgotten tomb of maritime lovers
why couldn’t you wait?
your kisses caress my lips
yellow angel fish surround us
humid silent touches
lightning strikes the forest
screams zigzag in the air
vultures try to scoop my eyes
i fight back
the screams deafen me
bare branches scratch my skin
i grasp for air
a tornado rips my heart apart
my palms push back an angry sky
where are you?
i need you
I am honored and delighted that my poem “i am your soul” was acknowledged by Go Dog Go Café. For more beautiful poetry please visit Go Dog Go Café.
look for me my love
my body shines like lightening
striking down from Mount Olympus
i’m in the tremble of each tear
that poor hungry children shed
i’m the prayer of the lonely
the garden where the virgins blush
the mystic bite of occult ecstasies
i’m hidden in the Sistine Chapel
in haunted graveyards at midnight
i’m bursting from the keys of the piano
which plays alone Beethoven’s 5th
now call for god and breathe me in
for i am your soul.
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a sunset dressed in purple royal palm trees
folds of white drapes move like courtesans in a hot humid breeze
an open orchid falls and gently rocks my drink
your poetry stains my soul with red carnations’ ghosts
i dream of you…
somebody calls him Pedro
his eyes two abysses filled with desires
his body flames the tunes of Spanish songs
his passion makes the scented tavern swell
the white drapes cry and fall in love with him
he slowly sips my drink
i want to touch his lips
the ghost of a carnation pulls me back!
i will wait for an eternity…
an old song hunts me
Pedro, Pedro, Pedro, Pedro, Pedro, Pe
Bellissima Aventura di Santa Fe
the purple palm trees wave at me.
For war takes away the meanings which love gives us.
Play in your room the mandolin tonight
Painting the air with aurora borealis’ verses
When arabesque designs awake my soul
The shining sound the time reverses.
Play in the streets your mandolin tonight
Into the touching of the cords your love for me
The beatings of my heart choreograph the scenes
Making the aurora australis never flee.
When you are done, come to my room
We can unmake the bed, and lie in silence still
Immersed into the sounds of astral mandolins
Watching hermetic lovers dancing the quadrille.
What frightens the weak is the capacity of the strong to endure.
“Shared pain bonds acutely. So, Clara, tell me how acutely shared love bonds?”
Miguel turned his luminescent green eyes toward the Basilica. I did not answer. I thought of Jacques and Miriam and the pain that we all shared.
It felt like some cosmic ritualistic initiation in which the protagonists had their hearts taken out every evening, only to be inserted back into their empty chests early in the morning pumping despair and agony instead of blood.
Wasn’t there any salvation?
Excerpt from the manuscript Glass Lovers.