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How to fall in love
Start slow beat by beat
What’s the sound?
Listen carefully
roll along a pulse
Beat
If space shrinks:
Lock those eyes
hit a smile
Are you dancing?
Evoke mahogany bass flow loop resonate
Edge the tone
high and low
wild while soft
sweet
hot
_____Adriana Citlali
XVIII-VI-MMXX
Posted over at d’Verse Poets Pub: Quadrille 106
Amelia’s entourage
What are stars really?
Nothing
but collapsed massive dust-clouds
under their own gravity
Three black candles
Five dead roses to conceal a secret
Seven songs, a drum beat and a long silence
Amelia’s eyes follow
the swirl of smoke provoked by the lit candles
Eleven scenarios
Thirteen memories repeated ad libitum
A hundred and one hours to ponder a fixation
Amelia’s left hand feels
the touch of nostalgia conjured by the silence
Seventy one chants of an imaginary ritual
thirty-seven untold promises
two tears and a smile
What is this really?
Nothing
but collapsed obsessive thoughts
under their own passion
_____Adriana Citlali
XXV-IV-MMXVII
Today’s theme at dVerse is community. The prompt got me writing about a semi-ethereal one.
Perplexity all over
Amelia runs through the labyrinth inside the secret room 1101 behind her eyelids, where memories are allowed, desires are contained, possibilities forbidden.
Perplexity all over.
The threat:
Three bewildered cats danced around Amelia
The range:
Close encounter within a confined space
The place:
Not here, not there –not anymore
The match:
Forbidden realm
The cost:
Repression
_____Adriana Citlali
XXVI-II-MMXVI
IX-V-MMXVI
“But the beauty is in the walking — we are betrayed by destinations.”
― Gwyn Thomas
It is Haibun Monday #13 at dVerse, and the theme is walking.
Strictly speaking, this is not a haibun. It’s structure has been inspired by that of haibuns.
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)
