midnight prayer #poetry

give me the power to endure

the wind that’s blowing from the oceans

its colors mixing earth and sky

with magical, erotic potions.

 

give me the power to surrender

to violent, burning rain of kisses

under forgotten constellations

to understand what your soul misses.

 

finally now when I’m leaving,

 

give me the power to survive

the pain of Mary Magdalene

in the three days of agony

before the playing of last scene.

 

@short-prose-fiction

image:  Irina Alexandrovna/Shutterstock

 

untranslated love #poetry

give me the stars

that shine under the bridges

where poor children spend their nights

the blood that leaks from wounds of war

when the last piece of bread is turned in tar

 

give me the language of your alabaster gestures

the guilty passion of Tristan for Queen Isolde

the mystery of painted nudes on walls

the cries of nuns under an angel’s lacerated wing

your untranslated love coiled in a tarnished ring

 

@short-prose-fiction

image: LanaBrest/Shutterstock

 

she is just eyes #collaborative poetry

“she is just eyes,” a poem in collaboration with bogpan. You can find more of his wonderful poetry on his blog.

she is just eyes

tonight
the moon rests on her neck

i write with a black feather her words
fragile lines on my palms

a sibyl prophesizes

a buzzing bee

reaches out like a cat

above the hills of Florence
like Galileo Galilei I exclaim
“And yet it moves”

the bee lands on her shoulder
my eyes are burning blue

 

imagine: Timur Kulgarin/Shutterstock