meet me secretly tonight
on the island of eternal springtime
moonlight shines the pebble beach
poncha craves your humid lips
your body warm
my body cold
let’s melt together
in the lava pools
and when transformed
into a single heated glass
in aromatic wine we’ll cool.
let’s bite and savor silently tonight
the juicy pulp of passion fruit
like in elaborate temples lost at sea
let’s be one tonight in Madeira
and then from there
let’s forever be.
lightning strikes the forest
screams zigzag in the air
vultures try to scoop my eyes
i fight back
the screams deafen me
bare branches scratch my skin
i grasp for air
a tornado rips my heart apart
my palms push back an angry sky
where are you?
i need you
save me
bestow your love on me!
*
I am honored and delighted that my poem “i am your soul” was acknowledged by Go Dog Go Café. For more beautiful poetry please visit Go Dog Go Café.
look for me my love
my body shines like lightening
striking down from Mount Olympus
i’m in the tremble of each tear
that poor hungry children shed
i’m the prayer of the lonely
the garden where the virgins blush
the mystic bite of occult ecstasies
i’m hidden in the Sistine Chapel
in haunted graveyards at midnight
i’m bursting from the keys of the piano
which plays alone Beethoven’s 5th
now call for god and breathe me in
for i am your soul.
We are pleased to announce the Barista Favorite from March 19th’s Promote Yourself Monday at Go Dog Go Cafe. It is short-prose-fiction’s poem i am your soul. You can read more of short-prose-fiction’s writing at Short Prose look for me my love my body shines like lightening striking down from Mount Olympus i’m in the […]
via Barista Favorite: i am your soul/short-prose-fiction — Go Dog Go Café
a sunset dressed in purple royal palm trees
folds of white drapes move like courtesans in a hot humid breeze
an open orchid falls and gently rocks my drink
your poetry stains my soul with red carnations’ ghosts
i dream of you…
*
he moves
somebody calls him Pedro
his eyes two abysses filled with desires
his body flames the tunes of Spanish songs
his passion makes the scented tavern swell
the white drapes cry and fall in love with him
he slowly sips my drink
i want to touch his lips
the ghost of a carnation pulls me back!
you!
your poetry!
i will wait for an eternity…
*
i laugh
i leave
an old song hunts me
Pedro, Pedro, Pedro, Pedro, Pedro, Pe
Bellissima Aventura di Santa Fe
i leave
i laugh
the purple palm trees wave at me.
*
i land on your soul
like a butterfly on a tiny flower
the sky rains stars
on wounds dressed in velvet gloves
from the middle of the earth
a blue tree branches
heated arteries overflow with Spanish music
your hands caress my thighs
you’re melting in my kiss
i taste the depths of the forest
it smells ambrosia
cinnamon and anise
a nude by Pellison-Mallet sleeps
your spade flickers
the candle murmurs with delight then goes out
i am one with you
covered by the sheer splendor
of our night of nights.
*
give me one more night!
For war takes away the meanings which love gives us.
on my lips
circles of latitude
tropics of roses
watered by tears
tropics of whispers
carved by golden hearts
wait for me
i’ll meet you tonight
dressed in black lace
for a drink
at a pub
on the tropic of love
*
sing me the romance of the lovers
who in another century have met
in evening gardens shadowed by purple violets
and rained with pastel painted butterflies
i’ll live like Venus in Botticelli’s primavera
touched by a gentle wind born in the west
watching the dance of the three graces
with virgin eyes picked from your sweetest dreams
i’ll spring into an evening late in autumn
like Cleopatra under Caesar’s heavy eyes
coiling my naked body into ropes of fire
until i’ll melt like wax the pride of an empire
i’ll live in your words forever
like Mary Magdalene between two worlds
feeling the darkest desperation
when blood was flowing from His wounds
sing me the romance of the lovers
when the first morning washes our sins
make me immortal with your words
when between pearly silky sheets
two fragrant flowers gently dream.
*
Play in your room the mandolin tonight
Painting the air with aurora borealis’ verses
When arabesque designs awake my soul
The shining sound the time reverses.
Play in the streets your mandolin tonight
Into the touching of the cords your love for me
The beatings of my heart choreograph the scenes
Making the aurora australis never flee.
When you are done, come to my room
We can unmake the bed, and lie in silence still
Immersed into the sounds of astral mandolins
Watching hermetic lovers dancing the quadrille.
*
