Your eyes are so dark. You stared with that sweet quite smile. Eyes interlocked. Felt unveiled. Why? _____Adriana Citlali XXIX-I-MMXXIII
Tag: eyes
Amelia in the dark
What do I do when January darkness hits me in mid-November? –Amelia questions the lightless air surrounding her. The lightless bricks that keep arranging themselves in front of her eyes.
Then you blinked
Usually you have that diamond brightness on your left eye. Often I have the mystery that makes you uneasy. Or is it the other way around? Occasionally, fog surrounds us, removing all except for that mysterious diamond. Then you blink. Then I doubt. Or we kiss and forget. Just… We…
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,…
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…
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…
After sunset menu
MENU Nibbles Quick glance fondue A dash of passion fruit Focused glimpses with a though First Course Burgundy wine infused eye contact Doubts bisquet with blush and croutons Casual approach with uncertain excitement Entree Crispy smiles with mixed spices Slow danced questions sprinkled with answers Sauteed moonlight over witty comments…
Amelia and the fall
The underground’s entrance is a clown’s mouth Amelia thought of the path she used to walk eternal afternoons blissy oblivion shiny silence Then came the fall –she whispered — & death Mysterious smile Two days ago she longed for that…
Who are you?
I saw you in the front cover of a magazine and wondered who you are Your photographer’s name is mentioned in an article signed with its author’s name Your photo is there the camera’s brand the lens aperture light conditions all is clearly detailed You remain…