love letters #poem

i am looking over your love letters
my hands are shaking
winds are trying
to take them away from me
bury them
into the depths of the roiling ocean

i am fighting the winds
i am back with you in that place
palm trees born from violet skies
white drapes covering adrenalized lovers
i am laughing
follies of love
your teeth leave painful marks
on my shoulder

winds funneled through my heart
push me into the ocean
salty waters corrode my nostrils
stingrays puncture my arteries
a church bell tolls
your letters
where are they?

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in the season of my sorrow #poem

in the season of my sorrow
barren branches cry like birds
scrolls verse desperately something
who cares about verses anyway?
the hands of an old city clock just stopped
violet hills are raped by bullets
children are not told bedtime stories
hungry eyes aimed at my dress

you’re right, my love
I’m not the one
I’ve always been
for in the season of my sorrow
something’s old
and something’s borrowed

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melt me #poem

my love,
dawns are breaking in your eyes
virgins with unplaited hair
climb the mountains to the cave
where your songs
the fortunes tell

ah,
how your fingers touch the chords
how my heart swells at your sight
how your kisses burn my neck
how the mountain splits
the sky

walk the roads with your guitar
spread your fingers on my skin
I’m the part you’ve never played
I’m the one you’ve never had

find me
in the solstice of the lovers
in the breaking of the bread
lock me
deep into your body’s scent
melt me
in your tears of despair
and our love will never end

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Destinies #flash fiction #short prose

Our destinies caught in the deep lines of my left palm.

*

With my right index finger, I trace those lines again and again, until I cannot breathe anymore, until my left palm bleeds.

*

None of us can be judged outside endless flights between continents, outside of our tears and of our love for art, outside of the slippery slope that runs from amitié amoureuse to deep impassioned love.

*

One day all of us will have to understand that the past should stay in the past. That day is inscribed in my left palm together with our pain, and our tendencies toward the kind of love that transcends any earthly boundaries.

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Excerpt from the manuscript Glass Lovers (draft)

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you love me #poem

you love me
like dolphins love to swim in warm and shallow waters
luscious humid silhouettes of the aquatic world
your fingers touch my skin
like priests in darkness the new testament
solemnly touch

you love me
says the royal palm tree in the garden
which every morning waves to me
I lost my golden earrings and I found them
among the crushed carnations spread on our bed
the night in which Mendoza wine fermented our destinies
into its scent

you know
I’ve never understood why you love me
the Howard Miller mahogany grandfather’s clock has stopped
somewhere it’s winter on the mappemonde
lost paradises hide in silver bracelets
why did you come?
and if you came
why did you leave?

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neuroses #poetry

your eyes are young

my breath is heavy

sunflowers vanish in the frost

the tea is boiling

and the cat is purring

it’s autumn in the northern hemisphere

while summer comes on Rio de la Plata

 

i knew a poet who once said

i want to die unknown on Rio de la Plata

his eyes were old

his arms were strong

i ran to you deep in the northern hemisphere

and autumn came

to bury me into its neuroses’ mold

 

your body’s hot

my body’s cold

the room is quiet like a tomb

a nun is kneeling in the street

it’s autumn in the northern hemisphere

while summer comes on Rio de la Plata

 

draft

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i’m coming after you #poetry

i’m coming after you

my nails will scratch your shoulders

when sunsets fall over the Taj Mahal

that’s when you first will feel my soul

that’s when

the goddess once dethroned from our earth

will make you feel the pain

of those whose dreams were planted

in an empty bowl

 

i’m barging into memories of your past loves

my breast heaves under my silver armor

my lips shiver on your naked skin

my eyes bite from your blue veins

poems which you wrote in other lives

lined up like soldiers ready for the battle

against the Hellenistic decadence

which creeps into my laughter

 

there are no stars to help you

the moon is turning blue

you think you’ve ever loved?

i’m coming after you

 

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Fires of the Mind (revised) #Flash Fiction

First, one’s mind catered to the other.

Then, they started praying upon each other’s art: one’s imagination crawling on and playing with the other’s like two lion cubs frolicking on Africa’s grasslands.

By the time physical love came into play, they were already burning like two pieces of glass in a Murano furnace.

In the end, a lonely man found a mound of shattered glass on a back alley.

It would have been much easier if they would have kept their art separate.

Yet they didn’t.

 

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