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 erase my spare composure
      –smoothly lead this spellbound dance.




_____Adriana Citlali
XXVIII-VIII-MMXV

The hollow at the night’s end

All chiseled good looks      
you fix your hair      
with a half smile       I stare

You are that foreign     
confident puzzle     
you chose to be     

        I let you be   
        I let you stain my dream   
        with superior charm and wit   

        I will forget you anyway
        after the dumb alarm
        cries its feckless call

        Not yet               Not!

I’m sober with a wine high
I smile a winner look
The luminous day turns dark

You approach me
I reach for your hand

I’m in the hollow of your arms

We fall into lucid passion
You close my eyes

Now we dance a spiral waltz

I touch your hair
You seduce my lips

We neglect the vulnerable nature
of our eternity

… spin in limitless rapture

You touch my hips
I kiss your neck

A whirl in absolute ecstasy

        The feckless call
        Sun invading my bed

        The silent hollow of this morning!

        I shut my eyes      eager
        to erase the path of no return

        The silent hollow in my room!

                        I refuse

        will not forget!




_____Adriana Citlali
XXIII-VIII-MMXV

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #213)