Don’t you adore the sway of that tree?
It’s icy branches reflect moonlight,
as slow motion sparkles.
Don’t you want to join its rhythm?
Move your arms gracefully,
free your feet and shine?
Sway away. Scintillate.
Release your freedom.
Adore.
_____Adriana Citlali
XXVII-I-MMXVI
I remembered you red, crimson red, with blue eyes, dark suit. A glare burnt into forced amnesia. A flare that lingered through the fall. Forbidden faint memories, triggered by the echo of my voice —I don’t need you. You don’t need me.
I saw you after the storm yesterday. Did you say hello? Did I? Your silver eyes smiled, like a secret sparkle. You changed. Did I?
Winter blossom, scarlet flower.
So late. Oh! So early.
Will you survive this snow storm?
_____Adriana Citlali
XII-I-MMXVI
Push those clouds a w a y . . .
Kick them! Far! far a w a y
Take me f u r t h e r
S c e n t m y s k y w i t h
golden sunflowers
glowing honey velvety warmth
cinnamon ray-paths freshly-cut dawn
smooth dewdrops cacao hints
a first love kiss & ephemeral youth
E n h a n c e m y s e n s e s
L o s e c o n t r o l
F r e e m e
Again!
_____Adriana Citlali
VI-I-MMXVI
Eyelids open, eyelids shut.
A glimpse to the other side,
maybe a ghost or dragonfly.
Amelia follows the luminous, transparent wings. Their flutter leaves a red and golden trail with a faint azalea fragrance. Amelia closes her eyes, and follows the scent through dark woods and starless skies.
Ears listen, ears shut.
Heartbeats out, silence in.
Echos of known whispers.
_____Adriana Citlali
IV-I-MMXVI
When space is silence...