Flowing by Artist Gil Bruvel
We let silence
spark
into tension coils
As we firefly dance
Into a semi-circle
Our wings red-flustering
vacillating between
speaking what's on our minds
Or letting things go
Then you slump
bending your sorry face
knotting your arms into mine
I ash stub any
lingering doubts away
Unribboning
myself
into softest threads
We let our music
shimmer
tattooing our skin bronze
melting
our metallic hearts to
drift with clouds
Finally we let words
fall
surge
quiver
as we sip rain deeply
from each other cup
Your lips sugaring mine
until
sated with forgiving love
We run
to greet the sun
flowering
with wildest
colors
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Verb-ing Hosted by Victoria ~
and Poets United - Sun - Hosted by Susan
I am lost with the musical symbols
Mixing up notes from rests
I confess that I don't know the lyrics
of our love song
I sing but a only a squeak comes out
Words, sheathe your claws
I make believe that inside me
is a birdsong, a candle wick
waiting to come out by dawn
Words, kiss me awake
I am someone else when I am writing
poems about tragedy & pain
I stitch words, half remembering
the woman watching moon rise for first time
I know only of love, steady as flame
Taste of tropical fruits, sweeter than sugar
And sky, cobalt blue, startling the sea
this morning, I hold on to memories
of passion unending
Words, slay me with your tongue
I want to crown myself the tango dancer
but my limbs turn to water
When you steal my gaze
When you make me believe that I can
And when I use this voice,
Words, melt me softer than snow
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Anthony ~ Thanks for the visit ~
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)
