at the edge of winter #poem #poetry

at the edge of winter
bridal chambers cry
roasted chestnuts crack
in the frigid streets
days inside my soul
come and go like ships
broken hearts lament
right at my front door
did i leave you there?

see,
i can’t remember
what i’ve done with you
at the edge of winter
a tree is sick with flu

@short-prose-fiction

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Día de los Muertos (the Day of the Dead) #poem #poetry

sugar skulls sigh at my feet
lonely candles shed wax tears
Aztec winds cry on my body
swollen lips hide in the shadows
covered by the smell of pines
he was here
and you know it
yet
your love branches over me
gold marigolds are turning red
pianos scream notes of desires
wait!
till priests will say the mass
and Día de los Muertos will pass

@short-prose-fiction

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melt me #poem

my love,
dawns are breaking in your eyes
virgins with unplaited hair
climb the mountains to the cave
where your songs
the fortunes tell

ah,
how your fingers touch the chords
how my heart swells at your sight
how your kisses burn my neck
how the mountain splits
the sky

walk the roads with your guitar
spread your fingers on my skin
I’m the part you’ve never played
I’m the one you’ve never had

find me
in the solstice of the lovers
in the breaking of the bread
lock me
deep into your body’s scent
melt me
in your tears of despair
and our love will never end

@short-prose-fiction

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find me #poetry

find me

inside the majesty of time

among the gestures of demoted lovers

winds are pushing boats to shore

letters written now by others…

into the lacy folds which your hands touch

kisses fall on golden strips

the sensuality of swans which float on lakes

yours lips playing from old scripts

 

find me

inside the hearts of sailors who will not return

among the brides left lonely at the altars

Mount Everest is gathering its clouds

twilights sink into red moons

choirs sing on lively tunes

 

find me

in the letters of your name

scents of tangerines perfume my hair

my body speaks of silk and cries

for centuries have passed

since I have seen

your darling eyes

 

*draft

@short-prose-fiction

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forever love #poetry

my love,

receive my spade and take my cross

my heart will always be with you

i’m going to the realm of the unknown

remember me from time to time

on torrid nights

when conjured Spanish fountains

softly moan in pain.

 

my love for you will shine in every star

and it will be in every cloud you see

now time has come to swear to me

my beauty from the lands i’ve never known

that you’ll remember

stars are far

enemies by you

*

@short-prose-fiction

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hello miss (hola señorita) #poetry

travelers in colored carts

head to roads of no return

a fortune teller speaks of love

milk and honey wait for me

mama’s young

the lilac is in bloom

the hands of the rose garden

wave to me

i turn the key of the blue room

 

the time leaps forward

and i walk the streets of old Granada

swollen dreams of paintings and guitars

i stumble on your body’s heat

your arm rises in the air

your eyes gleam cinnamon and green

your laughter cracks the galaxies

“hola señorita

you grew up

just to meet me”