the train to Vienna #love poem #poetry

let’s take the train and go to Vienna
rent a room for a night and then waltz
in your arms the waist of the night trembles
fingertips touch a blue door which is locked
I sit barefoot on the floor
the windows’ eyelashes are yellow and drunk
your voice moves stones in a lonely graveyard
to bury the tears I cry
and lonely like children of war
we cut in two the same pain for one night
you, the kiss of the love that could be
I, the rhythm of three beats in each bar
in Prater Park they sell lollipops
years pass by in one night
I rest my head on your shoulder
and the train to Vienna has stopped

draft
@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela M)

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I want my body burned on pyre #poem #poetry

I want my body burned on pyre
a Viking boat will take me far on the cold sea
I want to leave my grave goods for the poor
take the pain which branded their souls
into a bursting aurora borealis fire
I want to feel the sobs of the North Pole

I want to burn inside the rhythms of the flamenco
drown in the dancers’ passion in the streets of old Córdoba
I want to entertain rich masters for a piece of bread
inside the silent cries of those who are misunderstood
I want the desperation of the dancers dressed in red

and you, the one who always claimed to know
what powers lie inside the jungle of my soul
……

fragment from the poem “I want my body burned on pyre”- draft
@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela M)

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