who are you? #poem #poetry

who are you?
which gale winds have blown you here?
which fallen saint showed you the way?
besieged by you, old loves abandoned in dark cemeteries
lament like choirs in my Hellenistic Greece
virgin thighs ferment inside your blood
scared azaleas tremble on my pillows
step in my room
and know no fear
unravel poems from your battered heart
scent the roses with my fantasies’ Levant
weave lies into the brocade of my sofas
make those satyrs with horse ears to shut up

let’s dwell in silence for a minute…
then tell me how you landed here
and who are you
my darling sonneteer?

@short-prose-fiction

 

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

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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

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i am the one #poem #STRAW zine #featured

My Dear Readers,

I am delighted that my poem  “i am the one” was featured in the STRAW zine, a London based magazine, which launched its website today.

Thank you for the love and support you’ve shown me since I began blogging!

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i am the voice of your past loves

resounding in your wildest fantasies

dressed in roses at the altar of your dreams

i am the one you’ve never had

my soul flows from the tears of the Nile

from the hands of children who still beg

through ruins, darkness, and deep pain

through wars which they will never understand

i am the last who will be saved

for i have sinned under the shadow of your cross

when Spanish fountains cry in the sunset

i am the Desdemona who you’ve never met

today Granada’s just the place

in which Garcia Lorca once was killed

i am the feather of a gold macaw bird…

continue reading here 

 

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image: Anna Ismagilova/Shutterstock

 

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

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you love me #poem

you love me
like dolphins love to swim in warm and shallow waters
luscious humid silhouettes of the aquatic world
your fingers touch my skin
like priests in darkness the new testament
solemnly touch

you love me
says the royal palm tree in the garden
which every morning waves to me
I lost my golden earrings and I found them
among the crushed carnations spread on our bed
the night in which Mendoza wine fermented our destinies
into its scent

you know
I’ve never understood why you love me
the Howard Miller mahogany grandfather’s clock has stopped
somewhere it’s winter on the mappemonde
lost paradises hide in silver bracelets
why did you come?
and if you came
why did you leave?

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i’m coming after you #poetry

i’m coming after you

my nails will scratch your shoulders

when sunsets fall over the Taj Mahal

that’s when you first will feel my soul

that’s when

the goddess once dethroned from our earth

will make you feel the pain

of those whose dreams were planted

in an empty bowl

 

i’m barging into memories of your past loves

my breast heaves under my silver armor

my lips shiver on your naked skin

my eyes bite from your blue veins

poems which you wrote in other lives

lined up like soldiers ready for the battle

against the Hellenistic decadence

which creeps into my laughter

 

there are no stars to help you

the moon is turning blue

you think you’ve ever loved?

i’m coming after you

 

@short-prose-fiction

imagine: Anna Ismagilova/Shutterstock

 

passions #poetry

I seek you
like roots seek water
the thirst which blasts within the rhythms of castanets
in Andalusia of the flamenco dancers dressed in red
I see you
the face of the lost stranger
dissimulating grief in autumn shadows
killed by the aurora borealis in the southern hemisphere
I feel you
dreams of wild young tigers
ravaging the flesh of prey with their teeth
in the Sahara of my burning suns the fate plays games
I chase you
the hands of nightly ghosts insinuate onto my skin
I drag you
into the lands of spells which crawl
passions strike
till all is left from us
are ashes in a bowl

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