imagination #poetry

imagination

fecund dance

his shirt is lying on the floor

my thigh caught in the wilderness of love

his dreams rocked by the ocean’s breast

imagination

let my hands

harvest the fruits

which bloom into the estuary of his heart

let his teeth bite once again

from my fantasies tonight

 

imagination

fly blue kites

soak my body into vibrant notes

of juicy mangoes’ repertoires

imagination

heal the shadows from my neck

raise red poppies from the death

rain with sounds of crickets and guitars

for we are the children

of your breath.

 

36 thoughts on “imagination #poetry

  1. I love how this poem engages so many of the senses, creating a fully immersive read. Sight with the blue kite and other imagery, taste with the mangoes, hearing with the crickets and guitars, and touch with the hands harvesting the fruit. This poem was well named, because it definitely excites the imagination.

     
    1. David, thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to read and comment! Time is precious particularly now. You know it well 🙂
      Thank you also for your wonderful words. They mean a lot to me.
      On to your blog!

       
  2. A wonderful read before bed. Totally unexpected I might say. Vivid images of beauty, seduction, and innocence. A very sensual write to tease fertile imaginations. A delightful pleasure to read.

     
    1. Thank you very much, Drew! I am really humbled by your wonderful comment.
      On the other hand, it’s Friday night! Why aren’t you out partying? 🙂

       
      1. Disappointed I am not a party animal? I had dinner alone at a restaurant called Calle Ocho. Had two mojitos and came home. Not exactly the wild and crazy guy.

        I was in bed thinking about poetry, and before I turned off the light I made a wish to find something inspiring. Then, I realized you posted. A very pleasant surprise.

         
      2. I am not disappointed at all.

        Ayyyy… a restaurant called “Calle Ocho” in NYC? And mojitos? I envy you!!! 🙂

        I hope I inspired you.
        Good night! 🙂

         

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