Tecelã de Sonhos - Poesia D'água

Enraged, Sweetly

i.

i wish to drown
on the bluest petals of lupine
i wish to carry its seed inside my womb
and watch it grow from inside me;
endlessly.
as a tropical summer storm
unexpected and uninvited
melting the sunlight
into droplets of ambrosia - falling with holiness.

ii.

to become spring
flowering naked in true essence
enraged, sweetly
as dripping blood
from a wounded dahlia.

iii.

to seek beauty where one does not expect;
in the candid joy in the act of dying; the ripped skin dripping mellow honey
in the dolce punishment that comes with believing in fate.

iv.

i am beautiful as long as i'm poisonous,
as some flowers are;
the gentle petals soaked in kindness
tempted with sunlight,
yet poison drips like sweet nectar;
deadly and may i say pure as well devious
for what it's beautiful often comes with a touch of morbidness.

v.

of my teared heart a narcissus is born
wet with the evening shallow light;
swirling petals bathed in vivid red
and its gentle body
is adorned by the sharpest thorns.

[the anatomy of a flower
carved raw into my soul]

of my breast a carnation grows
its roots twined on my skin
becoming my own veins
its petals blooming from my eyes,
my vision speckled
into spring and this body of mine - the sweetest sin.

[ the anatomy of a flower
growing inward from my skin]

vi.

every march she rises giggling
every flower grows again
a body becoming a garden
a body becoming spring.

and with my womb i will carry fables, flowering light as fragmented dreams.