green, you smell with your tongue
your thoughts pollinate mine
your fingers endanger the sailors
a water which opens its lips and drinks them
ah, hour of man
when did you become the hour of horrors?
a book cover reads: Dictionary of Superstitions
I see the girl who tears out the heart of the pigeon
white feathers and blood spasm under the moon
the man she loves will marry her
in the street of the tall Cyprus trees and small mandarins
you give me a pigeon blood ruby
I think of dying
dying without you knowing me
I touch with my cheeks the walls that you touched
adrenalized you think of me
your skin calls my name
with pins in his heart the pigeon still flies
Below please find the review of my poetry collection, Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, in San Francisco Book Review.
“The series transports us on a journey of love as much as it delivers us a thematically diverse set of emotions. This is a superb collection.”
Please read the entire review here.
@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela Marie Milton)