seduction #poem #poetry

the rhythm of castanets awakens the moon
on opal rings your kisses spin
a cricket’s hitting a crescendo
waves tattoo dark shadows on your skin
sonority, you who vibrates the souls
of those who haunt at night the Port of Cartagena

I toss in smells of apricots and plumes
the Hand of Fatima takes off my veils
your forehead sinks into the sweat of lovers
who sever their veins
oh, dream of the unknowns,
you, latency,
the sigh of blood which flows
in spring both mud and flowers grow

didn’t you know
that when you said I love you
you stepped on roads of fables and folk tales?
you glued your heart onto a purple sunset
smells of lilac and of roses, impregnated strolls,
seduction,
it wasn’t me
it was you who stole his soul

@short-prose-fiction

image:  Anna Ismagilova; Shutterstock; [link]

 

trap me #poem #poetry

trap me
in the rhythms of the Flamenco
whose sounds invade the nights of Southern Spain
to breathe the notes of the guitars which play
and fill the lustrous eyes with burning pain

trap me
in the Florence of my dreams
to walk with Leonardo in its streets
to cry with the Madonna and to verse in Greek
when the last word of Christ forever speaks

trap me
in a Hindu monastery
in splendid nights my sufferings unpacked
and in the shadow of Mandala
give me the power never to come back

@short-prose-fiction

image: Everett-Art; Shutterstock; [link]

 

FIND ME! #POETRY #MUSIC #VBLOG

FIND ME! POETRY AND MUSIC
 
My Dear Readers, 
I am delighted to let you know that my talented friend Ankit Thapa and I just finished our second online collaboration: poetry and music (vblog)  
lyrics and recitation: short-prose-fiction (me)
music, production, and arrangements:  Ankit Thapa 
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“moons illuminate your skin…” 
@short-prose-fiction
 

My poem “Forgotten in the Port of Naples” published by Spillwords Press (NYC) #poem #poetry

My Dear Readers,
My poem “Forgotten in the Port of Naples” is up at Spillwords Press.
Thanks you for your support. Love and hugs to everyone.

this summer
meet me in the Port of Naples
in humid nights inside the Palace of Capodimonte…
please continue reading here:

@short-prose-fiction

image: S-F; Shutterstock; [link]

 

the miracle of you #poem #poetry

the moon’s right-hand
pours soul into my flesh
pigeons’ wings bring scents of lilac blooms
the air gets drunk with poetry
statuary women of the water
flaunt their hair

within the loneliness of you
my heart
rotates five equinoxes on a wooden spindle
your eyes pour flesh into my soul
my body germinates
the sounds of growing leaves
i wash my hands into the waters of Guadalquivir
in the scented night of those who never sleep
i say
i love you
and in one single breath
our wedding is transformed
into a cosmical enraptured death

was it the moon?
was it the morning dew?
perhaps it was the miracle of you

@short-prose-fiction

 

initiation #poem #poetry

deification of the virgin nymph
within my palms
the flesh of violet sunsets flips like fish on land
my eyes, inheritors of light
singular sinkholes punctuating a low sky
your love, eternal summer with no births or deaths
initiation
doors lock by themselves
into the secrets of that which will be
the danger of me
deeper than the darkest sea

@short-prose-fiction