What does time mean between a night and a cloud? Where does space go in the middle of a kiss?Where is absence when passion ends? I walk in foggy autumn …
Tag: kiss
In the still…
A quadrille (44-word poem) inspired by the word “still”.
Raised as a fire-ignited vision
I reach the still of tonight […]
Autumn stupor
Drowsed by golden leaves, Amelia rests at her balcony. Her thoughts blink purple and red, under a Monetian sunset. Amelia wonders about the passion contained in clouds. A secret desire? A lover’s touch? Scarlet elixir indulges her lips. Eyelids closed. He whispers. She observes. _____Adriana Citlali XI-X-MMXVI Quadrille #18 |…
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…
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…
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…
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…
I know you left
I had a nightmare last night. I wanted to be a straight line but kept bending into runaway curves that circle themselves before moving afar. I know you are leaving. Did I turn my eyes too fast? Was I too abstract? –I wonder. Good bye my dear … I will…
Amelia wrote a list
How? Video He Guitar Pink Floyd –archive Tattoo He Phone Pills –attenuate Photo She Mirror Voices –fade away Wish? Rose He Candles Breakfast kiss –frame Wine He Passion Midsummer indulgence –preserve Sculpture She Wings Twilight ephemerality –save You? You He Face Man –contemplate He? You? Ghost Others –observe Amelia…
American sentences in Norwegian winter
23:21 Exchange sanity for a stranger’s kiss. It’s an apple, bite it! 08:21 Reject the thought, forget the dream: reality –a daily routine. 19:21 Now wonder if this wind still remembers the warmth of his daring lips. _____Adriana Citlali XXV-XI-MMXIII American sentences (17 syllables each) for…