when we first kissed
the night was undressing
its white skin
trembled like our lips
in an electric field
the last stars
shone, drinking
the sweetness of flowers,
slowly dying. our breaths collapsed
into each other
thoughts entangled
like moons on branches,
fingers and touches,
and deep into your eyes
I was surfacing a lake
of dreams, from shore to shore
easy as a smile,
to reach your shore.
like gods of lost lands
we made the first steps
through the open gates
of day. forever one heart.
threading the grass
unknown paths
promising to reveal.
D.J., Jan 27, 2007
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Topsy Turvy
copaci grei de fructe
indoiti spre cer
si printre crengi
pasari ce n-au
cantat niciodata;
cavalerul ultimei veri
purtandu-si curcubee in
piept, pe solzi de argint,
irisi tremurand sub piele
cand te saruta marea
sub aripi de pescarus;
degete marsaluind
din ce in ce mai dezordonat
pe bratul tau, in somnul
tau de Gulliver, doar
iubirea e mai mare
decat visul in care te-ntinzi
in iarba,
iar eu, sorbind soarele intr-un suras
cu picioarele goale pe mal printre pietre
fluier incet printre ganduri
respirand o lume-ntreaga
reflectata
inversata
noi doi
tesuti cu fir de paianjen
si cu ac de luna
si-o ultima barca
lunecand pe undele linistii
lin, somnul tau
si bratul sub care ma strecor.
D.J., jan 28, 2007
when her feet touched the ground
the morning broke into
one thousand blue cubes
rolling down the path -
when fate's playing
don't wait at the other side
she roolls, she tricks, she holds
the winning numbers
the beginning and the end
of a thread, pulling the curtain,
light rain of dew drops,
falling diamonds of light,
and the first butterfly
trembling amazed
dazed she shook her head from left to
right, and scattered particles of
golden dust into the milky air;
the rosy sunrise melting up
above, one look and the design would change,
one look down, and fading like dreams
left behind, her eyes did smile
upon the world
as it was waking,
inside the small cup of her hands,
she pulled out blades of grass
between her toes
and started walking
down the hill -
flying, she thought flying
she would reach the orchard
sooner to sit upon his knees
when she first stretched her arms
the last feather fell,
and vanished in the air;
no longer wings, she grew
fingers, blood bitten nails
and flesh as red as poppies;
he forgot not the sleeping dreams;
the promised angel. -
is that life, on the other side,
is this life, breathing violets in bloom?
he thought as he waited for her
under the red apple-tree.
she remembered not
angels choirs, castles of clouds,
a throne of gold; but clouds' chase in the sky
the afternoon lingering
bird songs, man made paths
through the forest, down the hill,
a woman dustying
a child talking to his kite
among the flowers.
she saw as she hurried
to meet him.
the promised angel.
D.J., jan 2007
today we'll talk about the bimbos
just look around and you will see
amounts of giggling only equalled
by natural stupidity
they will gather, flies on honey
make a move, no matter what
undistinguishing between them
be it this or be it that
if you ever see them hurting
you can't be fooled, you know this right -
after the show of tears coming
as shaterred, giggle's pinky sight
sighs you'll hear, deep as falling
into the sky, but oh, the crack
- a nail broken -, a scratch on dust
as day night follows, will heal back
interests go as far as skirts' length
empty bottle hearts inside
subtlety? - underwear hanging
careless housewives chat outside.
there's no will nor thirst for knowing
kindless, thoughtless, measure, truth
and no irony, nor playing;
excuses of naive youth.
there are others worth of telling
to define the bimbo like
just be sure to always be there
close to self, and not the like.
D.J., Jan. 26, 2007