We prey upon our own fantasies.
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Thoughts [3] #short prose #flash fiction
Month: August 2019
My poem “lovers without love” published by Spillwords Press #poetry
Adam’s sin #poem #poetry #published
a canary sings
nuptial interludes
your flesh pays its tribute to some other lovers
transitory birds
come and go like seasons
noisy V-shaped flocks
i sigh
then i listen to a monk who reads
from a book of psalms
rings sleep on my fingers
arabesque designs shiver on my skin
pastel sunsets whisper in the winter’s sheen
i walk through your dreams
soaked in poetry, baptized by your verses
your heart adorns my chest
(work of ancient minters)
your lips burn my rings, and with them my fingers
agonizing wings toll bells in the air
i go for your veins, my hands rip your shirt
everything’s a dream
at the edge of silence
mirrors sleep and grin
you’re forever mine!
do you think i joke?
wait!
here’s the silver coin which can get you off
ah,
that’s what i thought
you would never take it
in the lovers’ bed monasticism’s asleep
a cat purrs on my thigh
your eyes become my eyes
my skin tastes like sweet pie
see, why Adam was so keen to sin?
for hidden in deep waters
You is always I
even in a dream
Published by Spillwords on January 22, 2019
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Who’s the God of an empty box? #short prose #flash fiction #poetry
I hope you do not expect me to greet you.
I do not greet takers and parasites. The sins of takers – who laugh in the faces of those who give – cannot be expiated.
Oh, you pray God! To whose God do you pray?
Who’s the God of an empty box?
Your actions are similar to those of others. Perhaps too similar.
Don’t confuse your emptiness with the majesty of death.
This August is too hot.
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my poem “feel me my love” will be published by Z Publishing House into their upcoming anthology #poem #poetry
Dear Readers,
My poem “feel me my love” will be published by Z Publishing House into their 2019 upcoming anthology.
Most editors and publishers contact me via this blog. My most sincere thanks to them and to you for your likes, comments, and views.
Here is a snippet from my poem:
between your spade
and the incandescence of the hurt bull
the blood and sweat of a forgotten afternoon
Hugs to everyone
Gabriela
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who are you? #poem #poetry #published
who are you? which gale winds have blown you here? which fallen saint showed you the way? besieged by you, old loves abandoned in dark cemeteries lament like choirs in my Hellenistic Greece virgin thighs ferment inside your blood scared azaleas tremble on my pillows step in my room and know no fear unravel poems from your battered heart scent the roses with my fantasies’ Levant weave lies into the brocade of my sofas make those satyrs with horse ears to shut up * let’s dwell in silence for a minute... then tell me how you landed here and who are you my darling soneteer?
First published in Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine
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