Monthly Archives: December 2010

Candice (beauty revisited)

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she looked like island in high seas
like a barrack that the soldiers used and abused
she meditates on dirty stigmas on the wall
now her shades of pale radiance
barren visuals no sense of calm
eyes communion of oval openings
promising the art of erotic escape
her eyes now changed filled with fury
a very incarnation of soft and wild beauty
like sea in tempest
beauty
skin silk like woven yet diaphanous
emitting light and shadow
she is my heart of everything
the main core of my poetic images
once you have it  you can not give it  back
It is beauty
she is beauty
her visual opulence must be revisited

an abstruct season

it’s an abstract season
like nomadic wayfarer i explore your soma
your cries and whispers have no orthography in the sexual grammar
Still naked still idol of many trade winds
breathless
i write with broken silences ..
my pen drips blood into your amoral heart
your blue lustre made of sweat and
pearl. your face:
an Indian moonlight of Ithaca
i repeat the ritual
Banished from sin and the sacred
your eyes blue are the veins
of the Aegean stream of consciousness
as black breasts pillows of atonement
your wave of desire come and go
glinting the foam’s long gray frieze
hands are made of broken corrals
arms the coves of false confessions
Give me the shadow of a purple kiss