seduction – Short Prose

#poem #poetry

Via short prose from March 4, 2020 
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the rhythm of castanets awakens the moon
on opal rings your kisses spin
a cricket’s hitting a crescendo
waves tattoo dark shadows on your skin
sonority, you who vibrates the souls
of those who haunt at night the Port of Cartagena

I toss in smells of apricots and plumes
the Hand of Fatima takes off my veils
your forehead sinks into the sweat of lovers
who sever their veins
oh, dream of the unknowns,
you, latency,
the sigh of blood which flows
in spring both mud and flowers grow

didn’t you know
that when you said I love you
you stepped on roads of fables and folk tales?
you glued your heart onto a purple sunset
smells of lilac and of roses, impregnated strolls,
seduction,
it wasn’t me
it was you who stole his soul

Published by Spillwords on June, 4 2019; included in my upcoming poetry book Passion: Love Poems and Other Writings.
Passion: Love Poems and Other Writings also includes several poems translated in Italian by Flavio Almerighi. I am most grateful to Flavio for his magnificent translations. For more poetry in Italian please visit Flavio’s site here

@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela M) pingback dear.

Another great piece…
I hope you didn’t mind my nearly facetious teasing a bit on the previous reblog.. Just wanted to get folks attention about the click being more important than a like.

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“I wanted to love you” up at Free Verse Revolution #poetry — Short Prose

each word I write cries on the tunes of spring,

a spring that ends in graveyards and in dreams

the night I abandoned you on that bench and left

snows in my mind the syllable of hell

I wanted to return 

I wanted to love you

I choked on ecstasies from vaguely bluish lands

that night I took a part of you with me

I cashed your soul and threw it to some dirty lips 

I bought one ticket from a shaman dressed in red

and flew towards the island of nowhere 

and now between the mighty heaven and the hell

I love you and I hate you are the same 

and I return to find the pardon of the sands

to kiss your dust left on your mother’s hand

I dress in colored ashes and black skirts

the language of the prophets with no tongues 

on a new bench I sit alone at funerals 

and wait until the sea closes its eyes 

to resurrect the ghost of love that you inscribed 

on the red bridge between your spring and mine

I wanted to return 

I wanted to love you… 

++ a great poem from Gabriela ++
Posted at Free Verse Revolution be sure to
follow the links to support her by clicking and
scrolling so SHE GETS THE CLICKS!

(I hate to post a partial work, but I clicked and you loyal fans should also, and thanks to both Gabby and all of you who always like my re-posts of her work)
So please read Spillwords Author of the Year (2019) interview here 
@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela Marie Milton)

Poem “I wanted to love you” up at Free Verse Revolution #poetry — Short Prose Gabriela Marie Milton

Via: short-prose-fiction poetrywriting  on March 24, 2020 

This was supposed to have posted day before yesterday..
I got hacked by a spy bug, and my internet service was being tracked. I mean like possibly all I was doing online. I’m not sure why this was back in my drafts instead, but better late than never…
See you in the morning boys and girls…

“I wanted to love you” up at Free Verse Revolution #poetry — Short Prose

each word I write cries on the tunes of spring,

a spring that ends in graveyards and in dreams

the night I abandoned you on that bench and left

snows in my mind the syllable of hell

I wanted to return 

I wanted to love you

I choked on ecstasies from vaguely bluish lands

that night I took a part of you with me

I cashed your soul and threw it to some dirty lips 

I bought one ticket from a shaman dressed in red

and flew towards the island of nowhere 

and now between the mighty heaven and the hell

I love you and I hate you are the same 

and I return to find the pardon of the sands

to kiss your dust left on your mother’s hand

I dress in colored ashes and black skirts

the language of the prophets with no tongues 

on a new bench I sit alone at funerals 

and wait until the sea closes its eyes 

to resurrect the ghost of love that you inscribed 

on the red bridge between your spring and mine

I wanted to return 

I wanted to love you… 

++ a great poem from Gabriela ++
Posted at Free Verse Revolution be sure to
follow the links to support her by clicking and
scrolling so SHE GETS THE CLICKS!

(I hate to post a partial work, but I clicked and you loyal fans should also, and thanks to both Gabby and all of you who always like my re-posts of her work)
So please read Spillwords Author of the Year (2019) interview here 
@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela Marie Milton)

Poem “I wanted to love you” up at Free Verse Revolution #poetry — Short Prose Gabriela Marie Milton

Via: short-prose-fiction poetrywriting  on March 24, 2020 

A whole week #flash fiction #short prose — Short Prose

Via: A whole week — Short Prose

A whole week.

Seven agonizing nights; seven suffocating nights rushing over me, parching my soul with their torrid breezes.
Myriads of mosquitoes murmuring in the dark, looking for prey: my own flesh, my own blood.

Nights extending their heavy tentacles over the city, strangling it as a venomous octopus; abandoning it at sunrise lacking vigor, emptied of hopes, filled with trash.

Glued to my body, lace and silk soaked in perspiration: fingers of delirious passions looking for my skin.  

In this city clocks have no hands, years have no months, months have no days.  Outside of time, this city is innocent, perverse, philosophical, suicidal.

Shadows of your eyes

Fragments of your love.  

Dark.

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short prose from – Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings:
available for pre-order on March 30th.
publication date April 30th.

@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela Marie Milton)

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