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
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.
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.
