I dream of the mountain & its gift of fire

All the light of the Caucasus falls on your body

as though into a little vase of glass, infinite,

where the water transforms itself, by dressing, by singing

at every transparent move of the river.

‘Through the mountains you pass like the breeze’

XVIII  From: ‘Cien sonetos de amor’

- Pablo Neruda

I dream of it

like an arrow of wild fragrance

drowning the autumn air

with stains of spring's first awakening

pushing, forming 

it arrives not as raindrops slowly 

trickling but sudden piercing flash 

of thunderstorm

pouring like honey

all the light of the Caucasus falls on your body

dusty golden, you are dawn

unpetaled, blazing 

rising above mountains, weaving the earth

with new watercolors

I dream of it

like symphony's 

unbroken melody

recochetting between our bones 

intimate as thinnest filament

as though into a little vase of glass, infinite,

love, with its immeasurable weight of sea,

is sailing through all the continents

seeking you

seeking me and all my words

fragmented as lost diamonds   

I wait between harvests, spinning

music on this wet earth

I dream of it 

like silkworm cocoons, of beginnings

where the water transforms itself, by dressing, by singing

through every season

flamboyant and effervescent 

on my lips, cinnamon wine

on my skin, burning kisses

I dream of this

under the night sky as it shimmers

electric purple

ringed pregnant with silence 

your every memory stabs the darkness deep that I shiver

at every transparent move of the river.

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Song of parting

May this love neither blind me nor follow me.
And may it never notice me.
May it spare me from being pursued
And from torment.

Nameless Songs:   
-Brazilian poet, Hilda Hilst (1930-2004)

Come closer 
You say
And I do, my face 
breathing in your scent-
Put your arms
around me, You plead 
and I do -   
While hoping against hope -  
on bended knees-  
May this love neither blind me nor follow me.

For I am a wildflower
on your velvet lapel,
born to roam in the forest sky
blue as the sea
I will wilt in your little
crystal vase like a queen bee
without the vicious hive
May your gaze linger far
on tulips blooms, sweet as cherry tree -
And may it never notice me.

As I walk away
Spent from your kisses,
Burning like 
fire on my lips- 
bittersweet as plums.
As I glance away from your nude
desire,  I pray that you forget me quickly
As one tires of a turbulent sea, 
or a long winter storm,  not easily subdued-                             
May it spare me from being pursued

And broken 
Into a silky and fragrant bloom   
Because your love offering
even so pure
and true
will be the death 
of me, crushing my voice underfoot -
Let love pass by in anguished dissent
So I may never suffer from this enchantment-   
And from torment.

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub- Hosted by Samuel Peralta - Your feedback/ critique is appreciated as this is my first time to write in this form.   

Poetry form:  Glosa - This is a poetry form from the late 14th century and was popular in the Spanish court. The introduction, the cabeza, is a quatrain quoting a well-known poem or poet. The second part is the glosa proper, expanding on the theme of the cabeza, consisting of four ten-line stanzas, with the lines of the cabeza used to conclude each stanza. Lines six and nine must rhyme with the borrowed tenth.