Autumn stupor

Drowsed by golden leaves,
Amelia  rests  at  her  balcony.

Her thoughts blink purple and red,
under a Monetian sunset.

Amelia wonders about the passion contained in clouds.
A secret desire? A lover’s touch?

Scarlet elixir indulges her lips.
Eyelids closed. He whispers. She observes.




_____Adriana Citlali
XI-X-MMXVI

Quadrille #18 | dVerse



Beat #3

You.   Mirror appearing in front of me.

Reflection questioning my thoughts; indulging my desires.

You.  My fears. 




_____Adriana Citlali
IX-X-MMXVI