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Amelia in the dark

      What do you do when life comes crashing
                                      into you
like a sound-machine                 that can’t emit silence?

What do I do when January darkness hits me in mid-November? –Amelia questions the lightless air surrounding her. The lightless bricks that keep arranging themselves in front of her eyes. Those perfectly placed fractals that make her feel that life is upside down. Amelia is transported by a speedless rollercoaster into an augmented reality that keeps projecting dark into her irides   .  .  .    Amelia shakes her head —This, too, shall pass.

The clouds up there    dissolve    into fluttering dust.
With one eye open                       Amelia spins back to silence.

_____Adriana Citlali
IX-XI-MMXVII


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Then you blinked

Usually you have that diamond brightness on your left eye. Often I have the mystery that makes you uneasy. Or is it the other way around?

Occasionally, fog surrounds us, removing all except for that mysterious diamond. Then you blink. Then I doubt. Or we kiss and forget. Just… We don’t really forget; we wait.

But that November night, you became the person who scares me. The sparkle turned wicked –or so I thought.

Today I told you all –but you can’t know. Today I was the girl who shares her world in a silent conversation. I wonder if I hurt you.

Winter, under dark
northern sky –I walk alone.
No sun, no rainbow.


_____Adriana Citlali
XXIII-I-MMXVII

Haibun Monday #29 | dVerse


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A glimpse

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


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I have no intentions, yet I smile

You!                
Sharp blue  you!
Will you trick me?         Won’t you enchant me?

Your lips have the magnetism
of a flower high on Stravinsky notes.
I look at them.              Ignore the words.

What’s that curiosity you evoke?
I have no intentions,     yet I smile.

There is distance,         yet you stare.
I wonder if you are curious, if you hope;
if it’s me in your dreams, if you in mine.

Is that a frog?               Is it a spell?
Show me what you hide behind your eyes.
Tell me the incantation, the trap, the escape.


_____Adriana Citlali
III-XII-MMXV
XIV-XII-MMXV


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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