In wine and sin then shall we mix…
And revel in bottled sympathies.
While hope returns,
Among omens and neurosis-
And darkness curls in spirals
With nightmarish fantasies of love-
I bleed into another’s skin,
Shivering in a voyeur’s delight,
Scratching obscurity on surfaces
Of paper and minds-
I might tell you of my dreams.
…And here we pressed hands
Soaking in the warmth of blurred moons…
Mixed in crimson desires…
…So shall we rise again
From the ruins of your memory
Forging love from lost twilights…
And in those dreams you said-
I shall seep into the spirit
Of the troubadour who sang me to sleep.
I shall seep into the spirit
Of the prophet who kept me awake.
6 comments:
thank you for finding the time to read through my works
The first thing that struck me was crimson and black bleeding into one another to give rise to this story about dark passion....I liked it....:)
beautiful imagery!!!i simply loved it!
Somehow reminds Me of "Take This Waltz". A Vast range of Colours and Images - each of Them Painting each other continuously in a New Light. So Intense and Blinding is the presence of Light and Colours - one can almost Imagine Watching Firecrackers bursting into Flames in front of One's Eyes. Kudos!
Well... I remember having been hooked onto 'Take This Waltz' long after this poem was written... but I certainly think Lorca as well Neruda- both have had a deep impression on my mind (which is no surprise!)- and it shows in the poem. :)
surreal!!the images glide before one's eyes.softly!
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