Author: garciaaxel dot-org
Author of seven poetry books: In Life And Love, Through Different Eyes (Poetic Verses), Poems of Renewal, Poetics, Redeemed, The Long Journey and God is in the Details. Drummer, Poet.
The Flower
I don’t want the flower
Give me the fragrance of you
Blossom from my kiss
Grow with my gaze on your body
Oh let me touch your texture
Tenderly my hands tremble
I long to reverse the withering of your petals
And inhale your aroma eternally
No do not give me the flower
When your lips have sprung life into my soul
If I should bleed from a thorn of thee
Let it be
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This…
I blow with fury
Til the red in my face leaks blood
Trying as I might, to make you understand… Me
Recalling childhood demons that reside under my bed
Sheets being my force field against,
I want to cover myself head to toe from your onslaught
I stare into eyes emptier than a poor mans change cup
I ask.. Why is the game prominent in your version of love?
Does its pleasures exceed my lovemaking?
Is my tongue not long enough to please in comparison?
I am left dumbfounded, bewildered at the extent of your cold,
Even as you reach out to touch my hand with your shriveled empathy,
I shiver with its frozen gesture
Sorry but these words had to be birthed
For to encase them my angered ways would burst
Into the million pieces you killed from this love… This love…
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The Lovers’ Game
Tell me how much you love me
How I’m the love of your life
That the mention of my name makes you quiver in places sacred
Sing to me that God created you for me
Whisper in my ears that you have always been mine
That the things you do you’ve only done with me
Make me feel special
You know … Lie to me
Tell me you can’t breathe without me
Or that you don’t want to live without me
And when I bump into you years later and you’re still breathing I’ll understand it was just, you know… Words people say to each other…
Such is the game of love
You taught me well
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Transitions
There is a certain joy in my sadness
Like vapor needs the death of water
Or when the moon rises with the fall of the sun
I bathe in the transitions that mark our seconds together
Like the breaking of the Earth to birth a new tree
Or when that gray area rears its’ ugly head to decree
It’s neither you nor me
I dance spiritually
In its’ Limbo
Evading talk of where our united souls can or can not go
We embrace this tug of war
This opposite action and reaction
This yes or no
This Carajo y Coño!
This right here is how I need you
Through the up and down
Sitting back in awe of what we found.
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