nica-poznanovich
American
I like robots, mustard yellow, figs, stacks of books lining staircases, riding bicycles, Bowie, cranes made of paper, screaming at the top of your lungs, eating mangoes naked and licking the juice off your arm, cooking w/ love, feeling love, writing love...
I am your crane
Your peacock
Your rose
I lie still and naked before you
Awaiting delicate bends
Those weathered hands
Push hard against me
From end to end
I am happy to succumb
The folds run deep, my love
I cannot escape them
Like the battle scars of warriors
I wear them with pride
With each crease
I faintly whisper your name
Can you hear the subtle cries?
They are all for you now
I cannot see the end
As I know you can
But it has never mattered
As I am nothing without you
And everything with you
Your crane
Your peacock
Your rose
Mar 15, 2010
Mar 15, 2010 at 3:18 PM UTC
What once was strong
Now exists only as rubble.
Crumbling ruins turn to rock,
Turn to dust,
Turn to bones.
Only there do you remain close.
A breath away from lost,
A fading memory that holds me together;
Makes me human,
Makes me hurt.
Mar 12, 2010
Mar 12, 2010 at 8:39 AM UTC
If I am still, it will pass me by,
if I am still, it will pass me by.
A brittle leaf, frightened by the storm,
a brittle leaf, frightened by the storm.
If a brittle storm will pass by the leaf,
Frightened, I am still me.
Lost at sea, I cannot find my way,
lost at sea, I cannot find my way.
I succumb to the tides, remembering only your face,
I succumb to the tides, remembering only your face.
Only, I cannot succumb. My face remembering the way;
at lost tides, I find your sea.
You cast warm shadows over the barren shore,
you cast warm shadows over the barren shore.
Beckoning me to join your journey into the salty winds,
beckoning me to join your journey into the salty winds.
Journey over the barren, beckoning shadows to the salty shore;
you cast your warm winds into me.
Remembering the shore, I am still a frightened leaf.
Your journey; beckoning me to join you into the warm sea.
You cast the long winds at me,
shadows pass it by, the only way over.
If I cannot find the barren tides,
my storm will succumb to your salty face.
Mar 12, 2010
Mar 12, 2010 at 8:33 AM UTC
The tropic breeze guides your sultry touch
the tropic breeze guides your sultry touch
Dew rests on my skin like the beads of priceless treasure
dew rests on my skin like the beads of priceless treasure
The treasure of your sultry skin rests on the breeze
Tropic beads guide my priceless touch like dew
Drunk on starlight, my head swims in your warm waters
drunk on starlight, my head swims in your warm waters
Ravenous for a taste of the sea, lick the salt from my lips
ravenous for a taste of the sea, lick the salt from my lips
My warm starlight swims in for a lick from the ravenous waters
Your head; drunk on the taste of my sea-salt lips
To be lost within your depths
to be lost within your depths
Oh! How it drowns my eyes
Oh! How it drowns my eyes
How your eyes drown my depths
Oh! To be lost be lost within…
From the warm sea, my tropic beads of salt rest within your head
The lost dew drowns my taste, my lick
Like the breeze of a ravenous touch
My! To be drunk on your priceless, starlight eyes
Your treasure swims in water’s depths
Oh! How it guides the lips on sultry skin
Mar 12, 2010
Mar 12, 2010 at 8:29 AM UTC