Beat #5

Your eyes are so dark. You stared

with that sweet quite smile. Eyes interlocked.

Felt unveiled. Why?

_____Adriana Citlali XXIX-I-MMXXIII

Beat #4

You: Intoxicatingly dangerous. You are the color

I can’t use enough without destroying balance.

I crave you.

_____Adriana Citlali XIII-VIII-MMXXII

The tempo of a thousand kisses

A thousand kisses said the song and it sounded black to me, absent of color, an emptiness containing love or passion. Absence where movement remains, somehow floating on that emptiness with a sound that makes it belong.

What movement? -you ask. The movement of closeness between two persons, lips sensually connecting with each other, kisses in ephemeral smoke … white … or red. Red with gray swirling into darkness at a larghissimo tempo, almost hypnotizing our senses.

Dark sounds evoking lovers.

A Sensual autumn midnight

lightless and timeless.

_____Adriana Citlali
VI-XII-MMXX

Today’s theme is synesthesia. I wrote a haibun poem. The inspiration came from the fact that I started writing when my stereo played “A thousand kisses deep” by Leonard Cohen. Read other poets take on the theme at dVerse — Synesthesia.

Cherry jam

Amelia feels desperate    
   She  is   upset    
      demotivated    
        maybe  sad    
       out  of  focus    

a bit here    
        a   bit         there

Amelia is   angry   with the world
because the sky is cloudy
     without shedding any snow
the trees are leafless
     thin and mostly quiet
     (smart birds emigrated already)

Amelia wants to shout
 punch  a pillow     with ever-changing faces
                          *** of  you ***
                         the nameless you
                       the one too slow at the checkout counter
                       the one who can’t stop texting
                       the one who hurts
                  the ones bleeding those countries
                  the spammers
                     bad jokers
                     sore losers
                     ungraceful winners
          the dreamers and the romantics
             pragmatics   &   escapists

Amelia talked to the mirror: It is so dark outside!
                                          so many tasks to finish
                                          so many loose ends
                                    so …

Amelia felt hungry
humble
maybe arrogant
                  Nothing more than a bad day

Amelia ate a piece of bread
with butter and cherry jam
                  Tasty    –she thought
                  The northern lights are behind these clouds
                  ready to light up the sky and my days
               somehow




_____Adriana Citlali
XVIII-XII-MMXIV


Today @dVersePoets Pub we have Poetics of Bread.



I will fall again

I fall under the influence of the blues  
    beats and sounds  
this silence and that elusive sharp note  

I wait until you feel as I do  
until you observe rhythms in the moon  
  until my hand is held by yours  

We dance at a melancholic tune
full of jazz-richness
bursting tango-passion
with a slow bolero-beat

The lights are dimmed slowly
We are in a fantasy-looking forest
You lead my steps
I follow with little resistance

One more turn
We are back
  Music  StopS  
You look into my eyes       smile

Time  StopS  with the silence
Your right hand refuses to leave my waist
My body feels the warmth of your touch

Soft sounds reinitiate the clocks

You and I   dance
       fallen under the influence of music

I am smiling
 I’m falling

You pulled me closer
  You fell

We
Dance
   under the influence
Ready to fall again




_____Adriana Citlali
XVI-X-MMXIV

 

Prompt > dVerse Poetics – Under the Influence of Music :
Today I wrote under the influence of Fallen by Presuntos Implicados & Randy Crawford: