But then, there are also days like this. When trees are bare and so am I, and yet their boughs and my breasts are warmed by the blush of inherent blossoming… When there is frost upon the ground and yet dawn is touch and skin awakening, and there is hardly a breeze and breath is soft… When lips are pruned by hunger for other lips, so kisses will grow more copious, and their pulp more lush and sweet… And when the morning mist is peeled back for dreams to be unashamedly exposed to the glow of other shameless dreams that invite me to start living all of them at once… and I say yes.
How did you know that my eyes were resting upon your nakedness? How did you know that my fingertips were ready to blossom upon your skin? How did you know that my lips were ripe and bursting with dreams?
Oh! and I say YES right along with you...!!!
This is such serene meditation, stilling the ebbs of passion, flowing within the sleeps of nature through unspoken tides!
This "Still of Days", overawes me!
Excellent piece, Alexandra~
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Oh my God, Alexandra, this is one of the most beautiful poems I've ever read -- if I wasn't tracking you already, I would add you to my list. This is perfect, wholly sensuous, and loving. You are very talented, lady poet.
Love,
CJ
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Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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How did you know that my eyes were resting upon your nakedness? How did you know that my fingertips were ready to blossom upon your skin? How did you know that my lips were ripe and bursting with dreams?
Amo te muito,
Teu Joseph
Regis
This is such serene meditation, stilling the ebbs of passion, flowing within the sleeps of nature through unspoken tides!
This "Still of Days", overawes me!
Excellent piece, Alexandra~
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Love,
CJ
love this part
When lips are pruned by hunger for other lips, so kisses will grow
more copious, and their pulp more lush and sweet…
ahhh organic passion!!!
pax A
Love and {{{{{{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}}}}}}}},
Leland
Just where I want to be, in your still of days: this is exquisitely beautiful poetry. BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Michael
Hugs and kisses
Jorge
A very open and vulnerable piece. Naturalistic and sensual, excellent combination.