I remembered you red, crimson red, with blue eyes, dark suit. A glare burnt into forced amnesia. A flare that lingered through the fall. Forbidden faint memories, triggered by the echo of my voice —I don’t need you. You don’t need me. I saw you after the storm yesterday….
Category: Poetry
Take me further
Push those clouds a w a y . . . Kick them! Far! far a w a y Take me f u r t h e r S c e n t m y s k y w i t h golden sunflowers glowing honey velvety warmth cinnamon ray-paths freshly-cut dawn smooth dewdrops cacao hints a first love kiss & ephemeral youth E n h a n c e m y s e n s e s L o s e c o n t r o l F r e e m e Again! _____Adriana…
A glimpse
Eyelids open, eyelids shut. A glimpse to the other side, maybe a ghost or dragonfly. Amelia follows the luminous, transparent wings. Their flutter leaves a red and golden trail with a faint azalea fragrance. Amelia closes her eyes, and follows the scent through dark woods and starless skies. Ears listen,…
Fear is a darkened rose
Fear is a rose with black mask. Fear is what makes us move. It is the next step we ought to take. the uncertainty of turning left or right. I fear me, I, all and nothing. Then I walk. I take the road… I step out. I fall, I run,…
I have no intentions, yet I smile
You! Sharp blue you! Will you trick me? Won’t you enchant me? Your lips have the magnetism of a flower high on Stravinsky notes. I look at them. Ignore the words. What’s that curiosity you evoke? I have no intentions, yet I smile. There is distance, yet you…
Passion under icy rain
Write your emotions! –I hear. All I can think of is pizza and ice, or a kiss and a hand-shake, vinegar and wine. That doesn’t make any sense! Why can’t I express myself coherently today? All I imagine is passion under icy rain; random sequences of vivid/lifeless vibes. Neon lights…
Death and jazz
I think of you and wonder ’bout death and cycles dawns or sunsets nightmares doors bliss It’s all mixed up blended into amorphous impressions Unseen thoughts right here Old jazz inside my head Music fused with closure maybe also melancholy or serenity…
Gently dare to sweep me off my heels
Never spice up my silent words –heal my thirst with colour raindrops. Not ever ask for crystalline statements –casually provoke through enigmatic eyes. Don’t ever mention pearled utopia –only add private dreams to a stolen kiss. Do ever draw a clandestine smile –before you slowly drug my velvet lips. Now…
The hollow at the night’s end
All chiseled good looks you fix your hair with a half smile I stare You are that foreign confident puzzle you chose to be I let you be I let you stain my dream with superior charm and wit I will…