حاملة كاس نبيد أحمر ب إيدا و عيونو عم بتعِدّ خرزات ظهرها المكشوف و شعرها مرفوع كعكة و رَقبِتها عم ب عيّطلو يجي يهجر شفافو على ريحة عطرها
She is holding a glass of red wine and his eyes are counting every vertebra of her exposed back And her hair is pinned up in a bun in a way that her neck was calling for him to desert his lips on the scent of her perfume
I'm losing hold, reflexes...relaxed, ...in a cradle, ..........swayed....by--- O strong summer-y wind ................pushing ........pulling..... ......c a d e n c e... is ..........h y p n o t i z i n g... .............playing music, O a sleepy tune ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~lulling the mind ~ ~ ~ and the eyes ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ while O ~ ~ ~birds flitting about ~ ~ ~ ~dull the senses, and ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ quieten the soul... O i cannot... i don't want to ~ ~ fight ~ ~ it ~ ~ any ~ ~ longer O ~ ~ to the gentle afternoon breeze ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ blowing ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ i finally ~ ~ ~ ~ willingly ~ ~ ~ succumb ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ O
Copyright January 26, 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
*** one windy, sleepy afternoon before taking a nap***
I think if you were cremated right here and now, your ashes would burst into flames You are like wildfire Unstoppable and hypnotic My lungs pour out smoke as your eyes light up when the sun goes down Your temper is like a flare gun against the red of the sky Fading faster than I am I make you sound like a crime scene but you are so much more You are interlaced fingers as the lights chase us out of town When I look at you, I see the hue of police sirens The burning fire of the strands that erupt out of your skull contrast with the pharmaceutical waves of your eyes The essence of you narcotizes my system
A piece I wrote for a friend's video project that I'm actually quite fond of.