69 Mementos of Love

2012-02-11T09:26:00.000-08:00

Dearest Diary:

It kind of hurts, but not enough to stop.
My flesh wants this, the knowing slit,
the raindrop of blood,its slow descent down my thigh.
So hard to control myself once I feel the first
trickle. And my rainsilver razor with her open
mouth: "again, somemore...just a little ".

Yeah, it kind of hurts, in an exquisite way.
My lips tremble, a tear falls from my eye like a fraternal
twin to the tear running down my thigh. I'm already
plotting my next time.

me

ThreeWords

Tip-Toe Here, Babe

2012-01-24T14:40:00.000-08:00

His angst-filled tip-toe manifesto
Has rendered me to tears.
Makes me want to conquer all his fears.
With our souls laid out: temporary and

bare, we must love each other hairbreath slow.

I'm a heretic when in love, with an
acute separation of power and need -
give me just the right word and

I'll water your emotional seed.

Love me
while I'm loving you
Taste me
tip-toe inside my history

and I'll treat your theory as a life-long discovery.

Cynthia

Ode to a Melancholy Lover

2011-12-16T18:05:00.000-08:00

I want to light into your beauty
and swallow the pain, forever
present in your veiled eyes

Cynthia

6WSaturday II

2011-11-19T15:26:00.000-08:00

Ache of memory haunts my dreams.

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6WSaturday I

2011-11-12T18:20:00.000-08:00

A quiet girl on timid feet.

Epiphany

2011-11-12T09:06:00.000-08:00

The dew
Of old devotions.*

Still lingers in my heart
yet, I know I must depart.

I walk upon the grass of yesterdays,
Loathe to change my worn-thin ways.

Today, I vow to close the old refrain
For I will open my heart, re-frame my brain.

Within this day of vast possibilities
My life anew, I shall grasp the golden keys.

Cynthia

.......
*Italics: Wallace Stevens.

This poem is written in response to living a rut-free life!

Always

2011-10-06T20:45:00.000-07:00

after letting go of the pain,
of her
he aches more
the sound of her: opened doors to himself

now he can only taste her in his mind,
his body fills with tears.

Cynthia M.

Water and Wine, Rumi

2011-09-14T18:48:00.000-07:00

...In your sweet pain, pain dissolves,
for I your rose, had this intent.
You bade me blossom on Your robe,
and made me for all eyes your sign.

And when you pour me upon the world,
it blooms in beauty fully divine.

The last part of Water & Wine, by Rumi.

WeDNesdaYS's cHilD

2011-08-10T05:14:00.001-07:00

Bliss' journal

bliss' heart is immune to his wildness
drenches him in broken sonnets from childhood.
covers her man in verses radiating love.

3WW

Touch by Octavio Paz

2011-07-23T15:57:00.001-07:00

My hands open the curtain of your being
Clothe you in a further nudity
Uncover the body of your bodies
My hands invent another body for your body.

O. Paz

Last Night

2011-05-24T08:11:00.000-07:00

Last night
in your bed
we were three:
the moon you and me

I open
the lips of your night
damp hollows
unborn

echoes:
whiteness
a rush
of unchained water...

Octavio Paz

Love that is New to Me

2011-04-16T21:17:00.000-07:00

my heart dips
into a slow-moving love

each impatient ache
solved by clean kisses
and naughty texts

moist heads of yellow
roses make love to me
in lazy loops of insanity

my cell plays chopin at
midnight close to my cheek
murmurs of poems I thought
were lost

at dawn we huddle in starbucks
kissing java off each others
lips

we take turns reading subtitles
to each other while one is
blindfolded
memorize pazs' romantic verse
dining on shrimp
and broccoli at mr. fongs
kitchen

next saturday when we meet
I'll wear the jade bracelet
you gave me

until then my heart and body
will continue to ask
to anticipate
to long

all of me blurring like a raindrop
on a windowpane

oh, love is this what it means?

Cynthia

The Ruins of the Heart, Rumi

2011-04-07T13:22:00.000-07:00

In the house of mud and water, my heart has fallen into ruin, Enter this house, my love, or let me leave.

Gacela of Unforseen Love, by Lorca

2010-07-25T17:56:00.000-07:00

No one understood the perfume
of the dark magnolia of your womb.
Nobody knew that you tormented
a hummingbird of love between your teeth.

A thousand Persian little horses fell asleep
in the plaza with moon of your forehead,
while through four nights I embraced
your waist, enemy of snow.

Between plaster and jasmine, your glance
was a pale branch of seeds.
I sought in my heart to give you
the ivory letters that say "siempre",

"siempre", "siempre" : garden of my agony,
your body elusive always,
that blood of your veins in my mouth,
your mouth already lightness for my death.

Written by Frederico Garcia Lorca

Susanna Lay ...

2010-05-07T06:43:00.000-07:00

II

In the green water, clear and warm
Susanna lay.
She searched
The touch of springs,
And found
Concealed imaginings.
She sighed,
For so much melody.

Upon the bank, she stood
In the cool
Of spent emotions.
She felt, among the leaves.
The dew
Of old devotions.

She walked upon the grass,
Still quavering.
The winds were like her maids,
On timid feet,
Fetching her woven scarves,
Yet wavering.

A breath upon her hand
Muted the night.
She turned -
A cymbal crashed,
And roaring horns.

[Peter Quince at the Clavier]
Written by Wallace Stevens

hay{na}ku for Haiti

2010-04-22T21:18:00.000-07:00

Hello, please find it in your heart to purchase
my tiny booklet of a chained hay{na}ku -
available at Meritage Press. Titled: REBIRTH ,
for only $3.00.

http://haynakupoetry.blogspot.com/

Also, you will receive one the unique and
ethereal bracelets I create.

Thank you,
Cynthia

love letter, sylvia plath

2010-04-04T10:56:00.000-07:00

Not easy to state the change you made.
If I'm alive now, then I was dead,
Though, like a stone, unbothered by it,
Saying but according to habit.
You didn't just toe me an inch, no-
Nor leave me to set my small bald eye
Skyward again, without hope, of course,
Of apprehending blueness, or stars.

And I slept like a bent finger.
The first thing I saw was sheer air
And the locked drops rising in dew
Limid as spirits. Many stones lay
Dense and expressionless round about.
I didn't know what to make of it.
I shone, mica-scalded, and unfolded
To pour myself out like fluid
Among bird feet and the stems of plants.
I wasn't fooled. I knew you at once.

Tree and stone glittered without shadows.
My finger-length grew lucid as glass.
I started to bud like a March twig:
An arm and a leg, an arm, a leg.
From stone to cloud, so I ascended.
Now I resemble a sort of god
Floating through the air in my soul-shift
Pure as a pane of ice. It's a gift.

Written by other-worldly Sylvia Plath

Oh! I utterly adore this poem.

heart

2010-03-21T07:52:00.000-07:00

her
pulse echoes
the falling shards

of a weary
heart forever
tender

Cynthia
3/20

murmurs

2010-03-14T06:59:00.000-07:00

*
unanswered murmurs like
rain fill her
nights

Cynthia
3.14

prompt @ http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/

I Want to Sleep with You

2010-03-12T18:35:00.000-08:00

I want to sleep with you side by side
Our hair intertwined
Our sexes joined
With your mouth for a pillow.
I want to sleep with you back to back
With no breath to part us
No words to distract us
No eye to lie to us
With no clothes on.
To sleep with you breast to breast
Tense and sweating
Shining with a thousand quivers
Consumed by ecstatic mad inertia
Stretched out on your shadow
Hammered by your tongue
Happy.

by Joyce Mansour

Kavya: From the Sanskirt, Octavio Paz

2010-02-13T22:00:00.000-08:00

Confidence: Confusion

At the side of the Bed
the knot came undone by itself,
and barely held by the sash
The robe slipped to my waist.
My friend, it is all I know: I was in his arms
and I can not remember who was who
or what we did or how.

-Vikatanitamba

Fly me to the Moon

2010-01-19T17:54:00.000-08:00

The Interest without the Capitol, by Rumi

Lovers have pitched their tent in nonexistence:
They are of one quality and one essence as nonexistence is.

Without wings they fly around the world ...

Art for the Soul

2009-12-22T17:41:00.000-08:00

treat your mind & heart to this ~

http://wwwsoulreflectionsinartcom-colleen.blogspot.com/

The Nuptial Countenance

2009-12-20T20:45:00.000-08:00

Nativity, guide the unyielding,
may they find their foundations,
the almond believable in the fresh day to come.

Evening has closed its corsair's gash where
the rockets soared aimlessly amid dogged fear.
Past now the micas of mourning on your face.

Unquenchable pane: my breath was already
grazing the friendship of your wound,
arming your hidden royalty.

And from the lips of the fog descended our joy
with its threshold of dune, its roof of steel.
Awareness increased the quivering array
of your permanence;
faithful simplicity spread everywhere.

Rene Char

Secret Pleasures of Love

2009-11-07T14:58:00.000-08:00

The Rocking Chair, A. M. Klein

It is an act and a symbol, symbol of this static folk
which moves in segments and returns to base ~
a sunken pendulum: invoke, revoke;
loosed you, leashed hither, motion on no space.
O, like some Anjou ballad, all refrain,
which turns about its longing, and seems to move
to make a pleasure out of repeated pain,
its music moves, as if always back to a first love

A.M. Klein

Love note

2009-10-25T05:56:00.000-07:00

In-this-LovE , c.e. amestoy

Watching more stars in nights,
we could try less at building our love
and try more at finding our openness,
our vulnerability,
our ways to lie broken for one another.

c.e. amstoy

I Love You Through Yourself

2009-10-05T17:38:00.000-07:00

Through the Half-Opened Window, Leon-Gontran Damas

on my disdain of the world
a breeze was rising
perfumed with stephanotis{jasmine}
while you drew towards YOURSELF
the whole curtain

Such
do I see you
shall I always see you
drawing towards yourself
the whole curtain of the poem
where
God you are lovely
but so long getting naked

Leno-Gontran Damas

MadLove

2009-09-22T17:59:00.001-07:00

Mad Girl's Love Song, Sylvia Plath

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
{I think I made you up inside my head.}

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
{I think I made you up inside my head.}

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and forget your name.
{I think I made you up inside my head.}

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
{I think I made up you inside my head.}"

Sylvia Plath

Deep Within

2009-08-29T16:07:00.000-07:00

To Dorothy Manor, Langston Hughes

As though her lips
Are touched
With cooling water
The calmness of her song
Is blessed
With peace

Langston Hughes

I'm Waiting For You ...

2009-08-28T20:38:00.000-07:00

Song for ghosts & for those now gone, Philippe Soupault

Today there are hands I love.
Yesterday it was a nape
Tomorrow it will be lips
and this evening a smile.
In three days a face.
So each day in the week
I marvel at still living.

Philippe Soupault

Asleep with Angels

2009-08-23T20:39:00.000-07:00

Briar Rose {Sleeping Beauty} Anne Sexton

Consider
a girl who keeps slipping off,
arms limp as old carrots,
into the hypnotist's trance,
into a spirit world
speaking with the gift of tongues.

Anne Sexton

Silent Lover

2009-08-18T21:19:00.000-07:00

Vrindaban, Octavio Paz

Surrounded by night
immense forest of breathing
vast impalpable curtains
murmurs

I write

I stop

I write

{All is and is not and it all
falls apart on the page in silence}

Octavio Paz

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