Nefelibata

What does time mean
                        between   a night   and   a cloud?

Where does space go in the middle of a kiss?
Where is absence when passion ends?

I walk in foggy autumn                   
         cannot                     remember the place
                            I can’t                
                           Though, there’s that perfume
                          scented by golden leaves about to 
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           like bright yellow rain-sparkles in the dark

I walk on scented fog through autumn and absence 

a golden kiss and a cloud 
                                                               Where?

_____Adriana Citlali
XII-XI-MMXX

Open Link Night | dVerse.



In the still…

Raised    as a fire-ignited vision
I reach the still of tonight
             far  up there
right above oblivion
I see you   kissing my lips

Freed from hefty gravity
 I look down    at our confusion
             far  up there
right besides stillness
I see us   turning around




_____Adriana Citlali
XXIV-IV-MMXVII

Quadrille #31 –today’s word: still | dVerse.
(A quadrille is a 44-word poem.)



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



Take me further

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

Passion under icy rain

Write your emotions!    –I hear.
All I can think of is pizza and ice,
or a kiss  and a hand-shake,
vinegar and wine.

That doesn’t make any sense!

Why can’t I express myself coherently today?
All I imagine is passion under icy rain;
random sequences of vivid/lifeless vibes.
Neon lights blinking incessantly.

I open the glass door.
All I feel is the northern wind mixed
with warm air escaping confinement.
There is turbulence in the contrast.

I enter the balcony.
All I sense is a cold,  misty utopia,
spiraling ’round me, like a lasting hug.
I am tired    –will not fight.

Today,
               I accept,
my emotions are bewildered.




_____Adriana Citlali
XXV-XI-MMXV

Poetry as a vehicle to transport emotions @ dVerse Poets Pub.