paradise #poetry

the southern cross shines on my chest

Moorish patterns verse on silent walls

kisses spin on opal rings

like birds into the winds

which force the sailors

to anchor their ships in unknown lands

 

my body twists in perfumed coriander air

the Hand of Fatima takes off my veils

 

i’m falling naked at your feet

your lips entangle in my bracelets

Tchaikovsky’s hitting a crescendo

i toss into the smell of apricots and spice

don’t stop

for Michelangelo has never painted

any expulsion from the paradise

 

32 thoughts on “paradise #poetry

    1. Thank you so much my dearest friend! Great minds think alike 🙂 Happy Friday to you too, K!

       
  1. Sorry for the delay between my like and comments. I first read this on the train and couldn’t reply.
    Regarding this wonderful, dare I say sacred piece; I loved it. Your poetry is always profound and often needs to be read several times to reveal the layers within your words. From the very start where you mentioned Southern Cross on your chest, I interpreted this as a reference to the heavens. You make another religious reference later when you discuss the Hand of Fatima. And that was actually a wonderful conjunction – The Hand of Fatima removing the veil and the next stanza opening with your nakedness. You last sacred reference was Michelangelo never painting Adam and Eve’s expulsion from Eden.
    Bravo, I bow before you.

     
    1. Oh, you are too kind! Thank you so much for your wonderful comment! Looking forward to reading more beautiful poems written by you! Have a great Friday!

       
  2. ah, love this colorful and versatile writing!
    words move like waves from very quiet to crescendo as in Evgeni Onegin. Oh, never to paint Michelangelo such a picture!

     
  3. Yeah.my dear friend!! Michelangelo has never painted any expulsion from paradise…..most impressive lines.🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

     
  4. Good morning. I hope you are well.

    My confession poem, sigh, I think so many are misinterpreting it. And I apologize for that. Some have taken it as an actual confession. I think you know me well enough to know I would never try to embarrass you my friend. If you want me to remove it please let me know.

    I am trying to clear it up with everyone who reads it.

    My deepest apologies for writing this. I am so embarrassed by this turn of events.

     
    1. Drew, I saw the poem. It’s magnificent. I did not want to comment first. Please do not take the poem down. It’s superb. I will post a comment a in few. That should clear the air. I also wrote to you.

       

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