lifting the veil of nights silence

[Passionaria]

Veiled Allusion



quietly, her expressions beckon him
the graceful tilt of her head
the upturned corner
of lush ruby lips
a coy sideways glance
eyelashes casting shadows across satin cheeks
from a slow down cast stare
the deliberate movement of her tongue
sliding over parted lips
whispering wet and forbidden

her stories are shared without words
the power of gestures become
her dance of the seven veils
sensual mysteries unveiled
one movement at a time
entranced,
his mind yearns
to slip underneath
her delicately composed secrets
and journey into delicious treasures
that lie hidden
beneath her emotional hijab

[Passionaria]

He planted his desires
deeply
into the fertile discothèque
of my want
and dark flowers blossomed
midst the heady fragrance
of promise
promise, as elusive as the wind
enraptured
my virgin performance
fears the fragrant call of night
panic on the dance floor
dazed, in glassy-eyed need
please help set me free
pierce my innocence
and sacrifice my flesh
tenderly laid upon the stage
of your dark erotic cabaret

[Passionaria]

"Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?"
— Pablo Neruda


Eyes mist into
nebulous surrender
as weeping caresses pain
and my hearts blood
spills forth as tears
not bright red life blood
but the pale salty warmth
of a weary heart
breath staccato
rapping mantras
of please, my heart
my heart, my heart
can't bear any more
hope follows tears
and my verbal finery
sweet love
hangs frayed

[Passionaria]

Visible flames
daughter of fire
my body your passionate muse
sabroso Machito
you've always owned me
you're home lies
simmering in my blood
Papi, seduce me
with your sweet, hot words
then walk me to the edge of danger
knowing my love's, trusted only to you
sweet face dangerous heart
dance me between light and dark
you drew my image in blood
your need calls my name
hand through fire
love not fear
my hearts blood dances
upon flickering flames
sweet surrender
your devotion worthy
Papi
I Like to play with fire
so, burn down the house

[Passionaria]

You have always been smarter than most
everyone knows that
but your analytical superiority complex
and reductionist theories
breed intellectual abstractions
such brittle theories
for judging a human being
you became my
villain of equivocation
diagnosing me on assumption
rather than inquiry
then dividing us
by my lowest common denominator
my lustrous intellectual
emotional detachment
spurs frigid methodology
and false assumptions
your twisted diagnosis
renders me speechless
illusive benevolence
even I, your bastard child
am worthy of more compassion
than that

[Passionaria]

Winters Siberian Rhapsody
wanders the landscapes of us
and we become the stone cold blues
howling fraudulent songs of love
and the nights pain streaked abyss
snows tears
frozen shards of sweet desire
pierce cathedrals built of lust
and the snow laden branch of
please I want you
shatters into pieces, of was
not so much as one kind word
or honest moment of why
no reason, no debate
just winters frozen embrace
detached, our silence bears witness

but knows no peace

these cold winter blues
crystalline realities
tear stained intentions
etched by sacrifice of love
And winters Siberian Rhapsody
wails the stone cold blues
to the tune
that was once, us

[Passionaria]

Black eyes twinkle
star dust electrified
and the violet night
unfolds from a glance

sweet dangerous mood
the night yearns for the moon
and moonlight clings
to the night;
opalescence
hypnotized by darkness

sweet dangerous mood
senses magnetized
passion bites need
and want drips sweet