Friday, June 24, 2022

A Blinding Northern View of a familiar Sea


 I dropped my heart on a Mediterranean shore 

Maniac waves

Eyes sore

Late night summer breeze 

salty moisture wafting the air

people are long asleep

Sliding to the other side

Silhouetted against violet lights

Rocky trembling ground

a creepy statue behind 

overdressing for a night 

when lunar tenderness ignites

over this hypnotising au revoir

and beneath a sparking guy 

with a sweet broken "R"

Eyes, green but brown

Hands, a warm delight

a ten or less second kiss

Stomach's beasts resist

Muting a passion blast 

Minimizing myself to fear

Minimizing his charm to care

And I am poignantly awakened to life 

with all its pain, glamour and fright

Mean thorns all around his neck

piercing my urge to fight

Roots around my toes are half-alive 

faded but longing to climb

his summer sadness archive 

his proud renaissance hair 

and his fingers throughout 

his intact calf muscles

perfectly round eyewear 

his concealed despair 

or love for round pebbles

I want to kiss his heart 

But I don’t want to daydream 

of Garden of Eden and its fruit

don’t want to get caught up in a longing episode

I want to kiss his heart 

But I am a grape seed

too small to colour 

water’s growing desires

My dry Sahara tongue is 

unchained but unable to cry

Mythological canyons on the corners of his eye

are too delicate for my African hands to dry.

I am blind but for a yearning star

How unfair it is to swim with half a thigh

How hard it is for the Mediterranean to break 

how much will it bleed?  

Aphrodite might have touched me

But she will never forgive.

mortal anatomy is not enough

History is not a merciful judge 

I am half-conscious but

I am not lost inside a map

I am planted in a blue towel 

on a Caucasian mid-summer dream

bathing under the moonlight  

unveiled

untied

swimming an eternal Greek night  

purifying centuries of black and white 

Holding on to a breathing delicacy 

Sizzling southern blaze

dragging down this fantasy

Even if the mediterranean dries,

 my lungs would still drown

and tenderness would flood out of my heart

while my hair pours lavish tears

the feeling of being nowhere 

weighing down my fragile feet 

overwhelming belonging to the sea 

familiar salt stroking my heat

mellow sky is throwing a warning lullaby 

my scratched back is no Atlas

my small fingers are no hikers

oh how I wished for this moment to last “an eternity and a day”

oh how I wished to collapse inside a wave

to lose blood at the bottom of the sea

how I wished for the moon to swallow us

For the sun to softly creep

drying lucid lilac tears

retrieving what’s lost in translation

lost in religion

lost in tribes

lost in fear

before it slowly erupts off my melting ears 

on my bruised chest

along his car’s seat belt print

and between my virgin thighs.

I will let my blood run without denial

then stitch my lilies

one at a time

uttering gibberish on an airplane 

taking home forbidden flames

that I will throughly cherish.