| Poetry |
| My Poems |
| TO PIERRE by Cristina Matei |
| I need to practice Piano- but only on your Lips. Familiarize your marble eyes with my voloptuous hips I'll perform a Duet, but only with your tongue; melt in my mouth, be quite uncouth but don't call me high-strung |
| HYDE'S HAIR by Cristina Matei |
| Your Hair is like a lion's mane; Enough to drive me quite insane Those curls, those curls, curl up my mind Then they unwind, washing me blind Your style your style... its cunning wile And frocks, and groove-- Those limbs you move... You are my red: rough yet complete; The river mist in summer's heat Your hands hold true the Cup of you... Dazzling are your hairs and eyes! |
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| I have tried all the pieces But none seem to fit with yours Occasionaly though, some slight disfiguration Makes both our pieces seem to fit; But upon close examination, it's obvious they do not. Everything in the universe is possible: One can win a battle with gigantic grotesque space aliens in another galaxy, One can devour tubfulls of Peanut Butter ice cream and still live, One can climb up crumbling uncharted mountain slopes, One can summon utter allegiance from a crowd of millions; One can fly; One can cheat death as a hobby; I still can't unerstand you. |
| CAN'T COMPREHEND by Cristina Matei |
| The electric stars emit energy From the infinitely dark velvet ceiling: �It�s your bedtime, John, now turn off the stars!� I suppose we have to save energy --- The Universe has sent us expensive bills. So I reach for the switch with my pulsating finger And pull down. The dots of stars flicker in unison for a nanosecond, Then disappear into a void of darkness. My eyes need a few moments to adjust to the new darkness. It�s a contrast to the vibrant dreamy light that was there Before I pulled the switch. I lay on the naturally soft bed And let my body relax. Then I pull the blanket of the dark, slumbering Earth Over my body And let its mystery and warmth Lull me to sleep. |
| TURN OFF THE STARS by Cristina Matei |
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