Poetry
by Fabrice B. Poussin
Now She Sleeps
Swimming in the salty waters of sorrow
softly caressing her aching flesh
she wishes to tear it away from the bone
swimming in the salty waters of pain
she only wants to explode.
In the daily mists of the first hours
she rises in the cottony numbness of despair
touching the silky robe of past dreams
she hopes the beating beneath her chest will stop
her desires to vanish at last.
The rains of a morning ritual tickle her pores
painful as the prick of a snakes venomous fangs
burning her passions to the core
she stands behind the glass waiting for the end
why go on, she wonders.
Staring into the steaming aroma of her memories
her eyes too heavy to contemplate the hours
she hesitates to venture into their world
songs of the skies, colors of earth forever dark
she freezes into an icy ball.
Swimming in the salty waters of sorrow
she imagines her body in its joyous cavalcades
the fibers alive in a playful dance
when desire animated the passionate frame;
now, she sleeps.
Reaching out
Unaware of a goal, she stretches on and again,
leaving nothing behind she glides in her wavy gown
of silk, and lace, and cloud, scents, sounds and tones.
No journey, a state as she knows not of a past,
sees no image of any future to come in the dark;
she is, simple, single, her lips a faint attempt at a smile.
Her body rolls slowly, supported in mid air;
the cloth sings of a new harmony with the breeze;
she surrenders herself entire, to the needs of the creation.
Lids shelter the blues, at rest her breast exhales,
lovely butterfly the universe knows of her presence,
as the golden fibers undulate like the original waves.
She holds a secret dear in a heart like no other,
needing no other food than that of her dreams,
sharing, giving, hoping that a new birth will ensue.
Sounds of the rainbow
They look up to the realm they know so well
it is far past the last hour or rain and tears
strange hues have taken over the grey firmament.
She dreams of the sadness of days almost forgotten
tilts her head to the shoulder where her chagrin passes
while her soul reflects tones of many rainbows.
In a world hidden deep beneath those dear fibers
she creates sounds from the unlikely origin
the colorful ark vibrates with the murmur of her thoughts.
She draws a feeling of contentment on the beloved features
contagious as the little ladies admire the fireworks in heaven
and they too reach far inside to rejoice in the symphony.
The Sum of all Parts
As I come to rest my childish head upon the chest,
tender pillow for an endless sleep,
to close my eyes, and take a final breath,
and expire with you, upon your heaving breast.
You are the seven seas, valleys, peaks, and deserts,
safe mother, nurturer of all things,
your embrace is a vise of mist and stars;
in your depth the softness of galaxies rests.
Death is no more when veins share a common blood;
two eat of the same fragrance,
savor tastes shared, swallow a symphony;
when you inhale, a sweet tsunami is birthed.
To rest my head on your soul and vanish,
into you, where one becoming,
as your lips trace a smile on eternity,
conqueror and creator of infinite duty.
Twinkle of a Universe
Winking across the dimensions
he hopes that she will sense his being
sitting in her room late into the day
she hides into the ebony clouds.
Poised for another stanza pushing through
the tingling intensifies within her depths
not a sound, she feels a slight breeze
warmth carried by a dense icy fog.
Exhaling as if for the last time he stands
against a wall of crystal petals so pure
his breath printing his innermost desire
on the wrinkles beauty cannot reveal.
She has not budged for fear of another tremor
frightened by a presence she is unable to see
she shivers in possible anticipation
hope flowing through every intimate pore.
His attempt will be the last effort to birth
a tether, cordon of a life source to her
his mother, sister, lover of spirit and flesh
for only so may he too survive in the realm.
Curled up as she once was in the calm sea
resting her soul as she might in her palms
hold the newly born infant of her visions
perhaps she will awaken into a soft embrace.
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