Your hands over the piano keys
are light, a harmony of chemical blue
The rhythm not only thrums
but they grow as words under my breastbone
and leaps to my mouth
I let them out
They bristle soft as nettles & silver green
as sagebrush, the fruit is luscious
As your kiss, charging electric, sudden flame
healing my old wounds
My voice rises with your lyrics
Enraptured by love's musicality
Your hands over mine
beckons, steady as a bridge
We walk on water, we own the thunder
We are birds feeding from the same sea
The room sizzles with percussion & drums
Then slithers tender as acoustic strings-
Outside the snow melts under sun's yellow fingers
I lean on you, pink-flushed
tangled as delicate clasp around your neck
as our song plays on repeat-
We walk on water, we own the thunder
We are birds feeding from the same sea
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight
My deepest appreciation to Brian Miller and Claudia Schoenfeld for nurturing my voice and all the other poetic voices over the last 4 years with D'verse Poets Pub ~
I won't promise you the apple
My love is not always sweet & ripe
But they're yours to keep like petals
plucked, crowning your golden hair
My words can be thistle & inferno
I won't promise you, the apple
Under sky of summer blue
I live in sea of flames, crimson as my hands
But they're yours to return to, like petals
pressed of lily, violets and white trillium
Bounded with pomegranate seeds
I won't promise you the apple
Only its seeds that harbors spring
And comes with steady beat, My love
They are yours. Keep them as petals
perfumed of devouring storm. Fear no falls
As I will always be here, your safe landing
I promise you, not only the apple, but fruits
of all my seasons, yours to keep, unpetalled-
Inspired by ending line of Carilda Olivar Labra's poem:
Eve's Discourse: my love, and I promise you the apple.
and Poets United - A villanelle form of a sort ~ Thanks for the visit ~
The streets are empty of cars & people
Yet the smell of gasoline is lethal
Bombs are coming, war is crossing a bridge
Pressing each day to tight corners. Pistol
Shots ring with red sirens in perfect pitch.
But wait, don't march outside! I am bewitched
with flames in your eyes. Set aside your knives,
your acid chemicals. I am no witch
With a secret room full of honey & chives
I have only this nightfall to survive
The sky will be black ash, a toxic glove
Let's not waste time with apologies!
Tear these pages clothing my skin ice tough
Kiss me deep & long, let's melt by moon cusp
Because something horrible is happening-
and I haven't had time enough to love.
*Title and ending lines by Cuban poet Carilda Olivar Labra
Posted for Poets United - Love is Not a greeting Card - Hosted by Susan
And D'verse Poets Pub - Rhymed Stanza Hosted by Gay (AABA BBCB CCDC DDED)
Tonight, I'll draw my spear
& pierce your snow-veiled skin
with fire
with fever
Why are you hiding from me
Like moon last night
Blurring, dissolving quick as smoke
Time has a long memory
when the world is a silhouette grey
with ice
with sleet
Come back with your storm
& unpredictable rain
your swagger
your tempest of metal & light
I will gamble
That our kisses will return
like a fresh sword
like a flaring spell of first day of spring
Your words
will salt my bland food
spice & flavor
my music and canvas
crisp, textured with hundred nuances
Touch my body like a potter's hands
tempting
every grain & freckle
to red
I will open as white flower
with poison seeds
with savage heart
Come back to me, come back, *
penetrate me with lightening,
Bend me to your will.
We'll turn the record player on forever.
Bring me that unfaithful nape of your neck,
the blow of your stone.
Show me I haven't died,
my love, and I promise you the apple.
*Title and Last stanza by Cuban poet, Carilda Olivar Labra
Posted for: Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - We are writing to the work by Carilda Olivar Labra
Shared with Poets United - Thanks for the visit ~
