This is my ninety-first entry for the Steemit School of Poetry 100 Days Challenge.
Source| Julia Stiles' style
RADIANCE
Illuminated by the flickering radiance
of your pupils turned into honey and amber,
by the gleam of your breath of strawberries and moss,
by the effulgence of your tongue of broken pitchers;
a moan escapes...
that of the long night and the short day
that of drinking the sour wine of the pulsating aurora
in the tender awakening of your senses
in the flaming petals arising
from your ethereal sheets.
Let the whole weight of the world rest upon me
bear with me the small death
that your hips and your navel inflict on me
and understand the cry of those
that groan because of you
in the bitter dawn of the elusive awakening.
You, muse of the living waters
of forest and female scents
You who devour the fierce essence
of long-suppressed longings
Fall asleep once more
on top the rock and the throne
that rightfully belong to you.
Exercise your rule, woman,
flash, cold coral and burning tantalum
Do reclaim the fluid that flows by your grace
in the silvery reclining of auroras
in the eternal diaspora of my children
and in the animal fury of my anguish.
Source| Julia Stiles' dark aura
NOTES
This is about sex. And love. And then some.
¡Chapeau, maestro! ¡Un dominio hermoso y sorprendente del impulso de hacer el amor cuando un@ está enamorad@ y ama!
Masterful creator! A beautiful and surprising supremacy of the impulse to make love when one is in love and loves!
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Gracias por tan excelente comentario, se aprecia mucho. Es usted el tipo de lector que quiero.
Thanks. I appreciate your comment very much. You are the kind of reader a writer hopes to reach.
Qué queda de uno en el poema que lee? qué quedó del autor en el poema qué hizo? pienso. Y la noche llega callada mientras que el olor de estos versos impregnan las horas que lentas se van. Estamos en la cuenta regresiva. Te abrazo
Queda de ambos y en ambos. Un abrazo.
Beautiful & evocative - nice work :)
Glad you liked it!
Greetings from the noosphere!