A kiss

Shivering
Thundering
and bright
Tearing off
A fragile impulse
Lingering
On the edge of a dream

Cloudy, misty
And proud
In its disobedience

The unsaid
The invisible one
Kept warm and soft
Stronger than a wave
Of Desire

The secret in your mouth
Revealed
by unconcealed lips
A desperate bliss
of dew
Rolling upon
My lips

Forbidden, hidden, stolen

Maybe
There'll be no rest

The soft and strong scent
Of an orchid

The taste
Of a timeless bliss

"How did it happen that their lips come together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said." Victor Hugo

'Jusqu'au fond de l'âme, tel serait mon baiser' ( To the depth of the soul, such would be my kiss)
 Marina Tsvétaïeva - Lettre à Rainer Maria Rilke, 2 août 1926

'Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid pleasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor." - James Joyce

His name

His name

Twirling in my head
Like million poppies
Blossoming in my breast
Like water lilies
Caressing my belly
Like sweet daisies

His name

Letters
Gathered
In signification
Hanging upon
My silent
Mouth

I dream waves of you..

Guess who I am
Beneath the surface
Of my dreams
Under the mist
Of my silent
Image
Understanding
Beyond the outlines
Behind the shadow
Of my hat
Without a word
Leaving my mouth

Like twin-brothers

Mirror
Of well-being and warmth

Alike and different
Among the crowd


Waiting
Settled like an habit
An unexpected grasp
Of  passion

Leading to nowhere

There
A voice is needed
In the impatience
Of the moment
A breath, a sigh,
A cry of  joy
Guilty
In its accomplishment
Lips,
Sex,
Neck,
Body and flesh
Smile,
Silence
What is love?
A word,
A laughter,
A touch
Of the mind
A cosmic union


The soul
In redemption

Partners

And the will
To cradle and calm
The turmoils
And  the pains


Feeling
Caressing
A soul
I kiss
The devastated field
Of a wandering heart

Listening
I understand
Saying no word
No need...

Desire

I look and love
A perfect neck,
a perfect shoulder
A perfect tone,
Warm and soft
Wrinkles and marks
Of  lovable truth
Sparkling shadows
Of unreachable
Pleasure
Eyes and hands
Sublimated and worshiped

A stolen gift

Infiltrating
Softly
Under the
Thick reality

You
Reading between the lines
Of my damned thoughts
Killing doubts
Real wounds
Sticking to the skin
And leaving scars

Telling with your words
Of steel and velvet
The world

Your world

Your words
Of transcendental thinking

Raising

Sharing

Where innocence and sin
Do unite in despair
Making us

Feel

Alive

Guess..

Devine-moi
Sous mes contours

En filigrane
Sans qu'un mot
Ait quitté ma bouche
Infiltre-toi
Sous la brume de mes silences
Mon frère,
Amant, ami
Guerrier
A la plume d'acier et de vent
Et au coeur de velours

"Moon River" "breakfast at Tiffany's" (Blake Edwards - 1961)

"Moon River, wider than a mile,


I'm crossing you in style some day.

Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,

wherever you're going I'm going your way.

Two drifters off to see the world.

There's such a lot of world to see.

We're after the same rainbow's end--

waiting 'round the bend,

my huckleberry friend,

Moon River and me."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breakfast_at_Tiffany's_(film)

Thoughts...

Anchor was cast on the shore
Of an unforeseen absence
A voice
A body
Absent
In an absurd way
Absolute
Absence
Like an empty jar
Of desolation
Shaking the night

Absence

Resounding
In an endless echoe
Filling the veins
With an obsessive poison

Body left
Immaculate and offended
Desired and unwanted
Loved
By a delicious
Absent touch

Only words
To tell the joy
Words
To tell the turmoil
Words
Like a treasure
Lovely kept in one's deep self
Fusion
Of desire mixed
With irrevocable duties
Keeping passion away

Bleeding wounds
Of clear-sighted conscious innocent
Devotion

Eyes
Containing the infinite song
Of unfolding destinies
Unmastered tragedies
Our human particles
Scattered, gathered and melt
Thrown in the stellar space
Compacted
As one
In flesh and mind
Breath
Measured and tamed
Compelled by forbidden echoes

Lovers, brothers,
Drifted away

Dreamers
Both blinded and fulfilled
By the mysterious beauty
Of this imperfect sacred world

Children
Wondering
And brought back
To the essential feeling of life

Too late

Too late to meet in the garden
Too late to share the dance
The dizzy grace
Of an enchanted dawn
His hands
Building up
Sleepy palaces
Cultivating
Magnificent sterile gardens
Silent
Powerful master of the place
Inviolable fortresses
Among stones
Of magnificent coldness
Alone,
In bare armor,
I am the warrior
cut by the icy wind
of an uncompromising winter
Walking toward
The warmth of a smiling sun
Colored bright desires
Hurt in their unhappy corolla
The heart
In a thundering bang
Feeling the loss of a passion
Of a treacherous failure
Entanglements
Of suffocating resignation
In the devastated field
Of irreversible disunion

Dull lullaby...

The fear
Of the night to come
Hanging on white sheets
The only calming down gesture
In this primal anxiety
Shadows
Dancing in the night
Threatening
As I try to retain
The beauty of a rose
In my confused mind
The fountain
With the birds nearby
In the broad daylight
I try to unfold the ritual
Of a familiar song
A sweet lullaby of comfort
That could chase the shadows away
But the candle goes out quickly
The melody becomes a murmur
A sigh
Vanishing in the dark
Of a fast beating heart
The fight seems like
The ultimate one
A fight of no return..
..Until tomorrow night...

Cold sweat

I hang on to
The saving thin white light
Under the bedroom door
The smothered voices of adults
In the room nearby
The changing intonations
Of the TV program

Confined there,
I understand,
Become aware
Of
Death
Merciless, irreversible
The wave,
That will take us away

Late, in the silent night
Where thoughts learn how to grow
Familiar echoes
Reverberate
As I still cannot sleep
In the tired
Uncalmed
Adult body clay

Summer whisper...

The lightness of the dragonfly
Grasps my wandering gaze
I take a chance
To catch
This furtive green fairy
In the hollow of my hands
The twirling of its flight
Unites with the sacred
Unreachable music
Of this static summer day
Bewildered,
By the window pane
I let a dream escape
Out of the unlocked prison
Of my thoughts
A liberated weight
A murmur hanging on the lips
The stream
Of some wondering words
A breath, a sigh,
Floating in heavy silence
Dancing softly
Like an insect wing
Lifted by the warm, shiny season

The 'Diamante' poems..

Infinity,

Dizzy, mysterious, cosmic

Puzzles, dazzles, questions

Time, space, love, soul

Splits, frees, burdens, concludes

Irrevocable, fixed, dark

Ending

Passion

Sensuous, bright, thoughtful

Burning, raising, revealing

Desire, thrill, nothingness, tears

Hurting, bleeding, cutting

Unenlighted, careless

Coldness

La multitude

Bruyante, agitée

Mélange, tourbillone, absorbe

Le flot, l'essaim, la distance, l'exil

Etouffe, libère, questionne, écoute

La silencieuse, vide

Solitude

(Multitude

Noisy, hectic

Mixing, absorbing, twirling

Streem, swarm, distance, exile

Suffocates, frees, questions, listens to

The empty, silent

Solitude)

Inspired by 'The Diamante poem' form:


The Diamante poem is arranged in a diamond pattern using seven lines in the following manner:


Line 1: noun  (noun, the opposite of line 7)
Line 2: adjective, adjective (2 adjectives describing line 1)
Line 3: verb, verb, verb ( 3 verbs relating to line 1)
Line 4: noun, noun, noun (2 nouns about line 1 and 2 nouns about line 7)
Line5: verb, verb, verb (3 verbs realting to line 7)
Line 6: adjective, adjective (2 adjectives describing line 7)
Line 7: noun (noun, the opposite of line 1)

Days of Heaven

Linda: "Nobody's perfect. There was never a perfect person around. You just have half-angel and half-devil in you"

I will..

I will create
Expose, deliver, offer
Give away
Model, undo, and build again
I will fight 
With your breath by my side
Knowing that I can't reach
Or embrace you
I will feel the world
I will decode, translate
Build up bridges between islands
Between signs,
Between your words and mine
I will write
The most sensuous words
To tell your absent touch
To tell the most precious feeling
Bringing out the brightest sparks
Letting out the butterfly
Freed from my white shoulder
I will tell
The thrill
The dizzy rise
The lightness in the breast
The priceless quest
In this place of no name,
Among the multitude

In Mother nature's breast...

I wished I had a cliff to climb,
A sea-shore to walk through,
A wild land to cross over
In a breathless reinvigorating race,
Going ahead,
I realized that time had no anchor and that I had no age
That we are thrown into this world
Like free electrons swept by wind
That have to make their  way
Sometimes filled with wonder
Sometimes filled with pain
All my wanderings led me there
Into your wild landscape
In a so unconventional, unwanted way...

It would...

I would have to say nothing

Breathing the perfect feeling

The perfect time

The perfect view

The perfect angle

On a perfect nape of the neck

Studiously bent over its work

Cherished by a perfect light

In a perfect silent day

Time standing still

With the delicacy of a masterpiece beauty

Summer sunshine on the skin

Celebrating the curves, the wrinkles and the soft details

Of the worshiped one..

Rapture..

The snake crawled in

And shut his eyes

And won that final fight

And so he laid his burden down

And rested in her arms

Now hands can't grasp

The breath of life

That death has robbed away

Wrapped up in iron coldness

Confined in inner end

Red roses

Red roses laid

Upon a bed of thorns

Tired dreams

Nipped in the bud

Bloody hell screams

cutting off respectfullness

In the white moonlight

Stifled by the hands of a meaningless fate

Words

Baffled,

Unheard,

Mutilated

Reduced to nothingness

Heavy silence

And time for sacrifice

The moon is high

The beast under transformation

can't fight the demon's grasp

Fulfilled by the pure white shape

of an idealized light

Soft shadow

Splashing in blindness

Warm kiss on blissed lips

Lightening an etheral fire

Peeping through the sinful door

Opened to what may be an insolent truth.