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?

@short-prose-fiction

 

91 thoughts on “you love me #poem

    1. Thank you so much for reading and commenting, Paula! I highly appreciate that. Sometimes endings are painful. Or so I think… 🙂
      Enjoy your day!

       
    1. Thank you, Eric! I am so happy to hear from you (recluse as you are… )
      Wait, do Englishmen act on impulses? 🙂 🙂 🙂

       
      1. That explains everything 🙂
        Take care Eric! It was really good to hear from you!

         
    1. Thank you so much, my dear Daniela! Your appreciations fills my heart with joy.
      Have a fabulous evening!

       
  1. “if you came, why did you leave?”

    I remember when I used to write love poems. They used to just pour out of me. My webmaster pointed out, that where ever I posted my material, my poetry always attracted, well–women. Though I don’t write poetry like I used to. I was told I was a better storyteller than a poet, or at least that’s what my professors told me. They may or may not have been right–however, when you write from the heart, you just can’t fake a love poem. It seems to be a common sadness, of sorts that we all have experience loss at one time or another and that is what touches our hearts.

    Even in the distance I can feel you pull away
    as the warmth is fading from my arms.
    And yet I am embraced by this tender despair–I love you still.
    Powerfully. Passionately. Painfully.
    The things you say. The things you do. The way you move.
    Thus it is only in my heart where time stands still
    and I am left to ponder how long it will be
    until you miss me

    that one still makes me sick to my stomach.

    You write from the heart, and so you write well.

     
    1. Dear Charles,

      Thank you so much for sharing one of your love poems with me. It is beautiful. It’s coming from your heart. I can feel it.

      Thank you also for telling me I write well, and for sharing a piece of your story with me.

      Again, your poem is filled with passion. It’s gorgeous! I am grateful you shared it.

      Have a pleasant rest of the day!
      *

      I apologize for any typos. I am writing from my IPhone 😊

       
    1. Thank you so much for your kind words, my dear Megha. I am really glad you liked it.
      As for the ending..
      Have a fabulous evening, and thank you again!

       
    1. You reading my work means a lot to me. You don’t need to say more, Victoria. Thank you!

       
      1. That is so sweet of you to say, Victoria. Thank you very much. Love and hugs to you.

         
  2. “I lost my golden earrings and I found them
    among the crushed carnations spread on our bed”

    A lovely reminder of a magical evening. I love the way that you are able to convey beautiful imagery within your prose..

     
  3. tu mi ami
    come i delfini amano nuotare in acque calde e poco profonde
    sagome umide e lussureggianti del mondo acquatico le
    tue dita toccano la mia pelle
    come sacerdoti nell’oscurità il nuovo testamento
    solennemente tocco

    tu mi ami
    dice la palma reale nel giardino
    che ogni mattina mi saluta
    ho perso i miei orecchini d’oro e li ho trovati
    tra i garofani schiacciati sparsi sul nostro letto
    la notte in cui il vino Mendoza ha fermentato i nostri destini
    nel suo profumo

    sai
    che non ho mai capito perché mi ami
    l’orologio del nonno di mogano Howard Miller si è fermato
    da qualche parte è inverno sul mappamondo
    paradisi perduti nascondere nei braccialetti d’argento
    perché sei venuto?
    e se tu venissi,
    perché te ne sei andato?

    wow! Gorgeous!

     
    1. Flavio, I want to ask you a question. I can’t find a contact form on your blog. Could you please be so kind and contact me? You can do it at your own convenience via my blog contact form. In this way I can get back to you.
      Thank you in advance.
      Sincerely,
      Gabriela

       

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