perhaps I was bewitched by the North Star
or by a ballad as dateless as my blood
geography of feelings populates unwanted interludes
my eyes, the nests of dewy grass and leaves
emerald eyelashes flaunt
black taffeta chirps between my fingers like piano keys
inside my soul your kisses soar
soft lilac tones like prayers of the youngest nun
perhaps because I read your poetry last night
and cut my soul between a stanza and a strife
perhaps a child played with a kite
a kingdom for a sup
maybe it was the wind
that woke me up
~ Gabriela M
~United States
Bonjour un sublime poète offrant une belle âme romantique et une belle image
Douce semaine amicalement bises !
Gosh. Melts my heart wide open. I feel like a broken record….but it’s so very beautiful. Thank You!!! ❤️