bullfighter (matador de toros) #poetry

my dress is red
your heart is pounding
the passion of all matadors de toros
is bleeding from your arms into my veins
your eyes flame every soul in Salamanca
your fight is dance
your body burns
the bull is raging
flesh is cracking
roses from my hair fall on your wounds
stars are deaf
eternity is stopping
โ€ฆ
now i scribble words in lonely Sundays
echoes of bullfights in Salamanca
in the bellsโ€™ tolling was our beginning
and in your fight was our end

@short-prose-fiction

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41 thoughts on “bullfighter (matador de toros) #poetry

  1. Happy Sunday morning. A passionate piece dripping with vivid images and tension.

    “the passion of all matadors de toros
    is bleeding from your arms into my veins”

    Don’t know if I ever read two more elegant and inspiring lines that demonstrate the pulsating everlasting connection between two lovers. I stopped reading right there, and had to absorb the intensity of those lines, before restarting the piece entirely.

    Reading your powerful “scribbled words” adds a little extra sunshine and inspiration on
    this lonely Sunday. Thank you for that.

     
    1. Happy Sunday morning! I hope I did not interrupt your coffee ritual!
      Ayy.y. I am so glad you liked the poem! Thank you for your beautiful words!
      Do you want to start a “Lonely Sundays” club? Joking! ๐Ÿ™‚ :
      May you have a beautiful Sunday filled with joy and passion!

       
      1. If the “Lonely Sundays” club includes hours of crocheting, baking, and discussing old wives tales; count me out.

        Now, going back to your wonderful poem. You mentioned Salamanca, Spain. One of the places I have always wanted to explore; along with Mรกlaga and Ibiza. Also hope to see plenty of Italy and Greece too. Don’t know why, but the old world beckons me.

        Have a beautiful Sunday G.

         
      2. Haha! I don’t crochet and I do not bake! Old wife tales? What’s that? Never heard of it.

        Salamanca, is beautiful. All places that you mentioned are gorgeous!
        Back to your roots? Excellent choice!
        May your Sunday be more beautiful than mine!!!

         
  2. I love these types of poems from you… full of love and ending in almost unexpected heartache. You write them so exquisitely. I feel the soul pieces coming alive with your words. Two lines stood out to me:

    โ€œyour eyes flame every soul in Salamancaโ€

    and

    โ€œroses from my hair fall on your woundsโ€

    Just so… incredibly talented, my dear friend, and so cleverly stated. Much love from me on this Sunday. ๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ˜Š

     
    1. Good morning, my lovely K! Thank you so much for your wonderful comment. I am humbled by your praise.You are filling my day with joy!
      Do you want to know a secret? I like those lines too!
      Much love to you too! Have a fabulous Sunday!

       
      1. Youโ€™re mightily welcome and always happy to make the world a sunny place ๐Ÿ˜Žโ˜บ๏ธ๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ’œ thanks and I hope your Sunday is fantastic, too!

         
      2. With your kindness and your talent you do make the world a sunny place! Lots of love, K!

         
      1. Your words humble me! I hope I can find more time in the coming week to comment on your wonderful poems!

         
      1. Ha, oh my dear G, do you think I should explain my comments unless they are “beautiful”? You also do not explain what matadors do in Salamanca / ah, in my thought there is a very old university /. The fact of quoting is in itself indicative of my attitude towards the high level of your poem.

         
      2. Thank you, dear B! Well I did not know that I should explain in my poem what matadors do in Salamanca. Next time I will make sure to do so ๐Ÿ˜Š

         

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