Tuesday, September 25, 2012



You were the dream I had last night

All - about you. When you held me

In the arms of eternity

When you kissed me in the brink of

Death. When you breathed in me. I

Knew I was the first you ever loved

I felt how you ached when words were

Mute. And you couldn’t shout your moan

And you couldn’t touch that dainty

Pink lace of time


Deserve my love

Every beat of my heart will kiss

For you. Every song I sing will

Shout for you - how much, how much

I love


Rainbows flow and waterfalls

Gush on me. The clouds, the wind

A stage where I dance as day

And night I weave moon and stars

Then you, put a crown on my head,

The gleaming jewel of sun rays

I feel your eyes burst me. Your heart

Raise my brokenness. I die,

For you

I live

For you

No other man would dare take me

Except you. In all my agonies

Drenched in every sorrow of the world

I have loved you

How my spine shivered, how my

Breath whispered your love. Till fragrant

Flowers bloom, Sahara flows

Fountain, and dawn herald

All heaven’s rupture of twinkle

Little fogs, stars, and mint snowflakes

Your hands, your eyes, your mouth

Your hope, your will are all I have

There are no other chances that

I live,

And, if not


With you

My life for you

Alone for


Rosalinda Flores on iwrotefiction



also on poemhunter.com a repost by author in september

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

August Nights

September  10, 2012

August Nights

Tomorrow I will be hanged.
I woke up ‘coz physical urgency has to go
A picture of Golgotha
To Trinity be praised
My blood, water to arid mesh
Brushed, perfumed my breath
Tomorrow, after today it will be done
Washed my hands, foamed untouched
Because tomorrow, I will ascend
Lined pillows like jets
From the sepulcher of mind
Checked locks and loops
My agonies long offered for you
Then hot water in a cup, for one
Will reap fields of golden pears
Sat for a while, and folded knees in front Jesu and Hannibal
My bequest -
Tomorrow, after today, I will be a different person
Might be late, bustled like a horse
And now in my summit
Some plaster on my ankle, slip feet into flip flops, legs into dark denim pants
In my last remaining days – will be daring seventh tides
A blue ring on my thumb, and one more sapphire
Your heart and mine, in one arrow, pinned in God’s collar. 

Rosevoc2 on iwrotefiction

Monday, September 3, 2012

Corridors of Gold

A Poem: Corridors of Gold

/also on poemhunter.com by rosevoc2

Time, the precious stone of sunlight

Was your gift to me

Your hymn, the rising and falling

Tide of the shore

Was the only voice

I could recognize

Gold lights in the corridors

Were the precious hours

We laughed aloud in the pantry


And when the lights were off

You told me I was beautiful

I have kept your word

Your every promise of hope

All that made you


Gold was

The evening color

Gold in the calm

Corridors of the house

When your sturdy footsteps were

My pride

When faith in your eyes gleamed

Like agates

In the tint of golden rays

Coming from

The core of a pure heart


When, in the Blessed Sacrament of Gold,

Nested in the hours of longing

Breathed in me mercy

It was in the corridors

We sat together,

In the corridors, you held every bead


Grasping for grace

My heart wanted you

Your language of adoration

In those corridors

You were most amiable,

In every breath of prayer.

/posted by rose in september on iwrotefiction

A Prayer: On Iwrotefiction

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