Agave
You look at me as if you intend
to display me on your wall
somewhere nearby the skulls
but away from the cluttered bookcases
Or perhaps, on the inexplicable dresser
in your supposedly temporary bedroom
beside your religious idols
to catch the sunlight from the window
The empty room with the bed is
less used, less loved by far
than the mattress on the floor
next to the books and your empty desk
No person’s image should infiltrate
the safety and solitude
of that place of work and, eventually,
sleep, when it catches you
Though I admit that the look and even
the smell of this place
begs me to stay and
become one with the furniture
A human sculpture
made for the perching
of a cat
Tag: poetry
Honesty, Bare.
I have lost my words
in an ocean of certainty,
reality grounding my every move.
There is something about you
that has its roots in fantasy
as if you yourself are fairy tale, myth.
And the worst, and truest part,
is that holding your book in my hands,
the solidity of the cover betrays a truth:
You aren’t just a story.
the word lover is so infinitely soft. So universal. So timeless. Two girls with awkward, hungry hands. A boy and a girl in the dark. Two men in empty light. A marriage of 40 years. Letters over eons. Sappho’s poems. The corner of a mouth. Lovers, lovers, lovers.
I just recited this in Spanish for myself and I felt like a proper poet for the first time
la palabra amante es infinitamente suave. Tan universal. Tan atemporal Dos chicas con manos torpes y hambrientas. Un niño y una niña en la oscuridad. Dos hombres con luz vacía. Un matrimonio de 40 años. Cartas de más de eones. Poemas de Safo. La esquina de una boca. Amantes, amantes, amantes.
and gentle snowfall
sinks into our hearts; ice-cold limbs
and freezing, blue hands, yet
the curve of your mouth
is always living red.you bring my wrist to it,
as tender as hearth fire —
and the mirth in your eyes flowers,
turning the iris summer-green,
like leaves in sunlight.and in that moment i love you:
infinite, infinite, infinite,
the heart of me stretching endless
like the gossamer sky, my soul
pale moon-become.
silent night; or, with you in bed
january 20th, 2018 / / lianna schreiber (via ragewrites)
january 20th, 2018 / / lianna schreiber (via ragewrites)
Seasons
The windowpane gone a deep sapphire
limned with a shimmering golden glow
cast by fingers of flame dancing playfully
on the tips of tall white candles,
.
A winters evening etched like frost lines
run wild across the new ice of a silent lake
huddled between fir cloaked hills crowned white
as the stillness of the patiently sleeping earth
settles gently over my mind as I watch you,
.
I see the newborn beauty of fresh fallen snow
in the smooth curves of your neck and shoulder,
All the intense glory of riotous fall foilage
shining in the firelit reflections in your eyes,
Summer’s warm sun and soft languid winds
live still in your laugh and gentle smile
while the irrepressible energy of life that is Spring
ripples out from you to wash this room clean,
.
You are of all seasons
of all things and all times,
A beauty inherent yet intricate,
as simple as a sunset
and as infinite as the starry sky,
I feel the meaning of forever at your touch
but I am not asking for the eternal tonight
just the evening in your arms,
midnight whispers beneath blankets
and the morning light in your eyes,
these things
that no measure of time
can ever take from me
.
allnightalways
2:31 a.m.
a thunderstorm
sprawled unseen across the horizon
creeping closer
cats feet careful
rustle and rattle
in the leaves hissing wind
far off rumbling
vibrates the trembling air
faint flash
amber glow illuminates
the contours of climbing clouds
.
waiting for it
.
the soft rush of rain
.
the damp kiss of a moist wind
tumbling through the window screen
.
waiting
.
because at 2:34 a.m.
time softens it’s grip
wanders off distracted
leaving lovers to lie
bare skin limbs draped tangled
whispering in the darkness
satisfied with this instant
safe inside a single moment
understanding..
I know my night is your noon,
But at least we get to share the same sky and dream under
the same blanket of breathtaking stars,
We get to breathe the same air,
We are even comprised of the same stardust,Most importantly our souls are made up of the things that rattle the most fearless people,
That move writers, artists,
That shake entire universes,
That breathe life into everything they touch,
That love,
so deeply, so desperately, so profoundly,
That wrap themselves around each other,
In a mess of thoughts and ideas,
Completely enveloping each other in their infinite love.Our bodies might be separated by this distance,
This distance that seems to span entire light years instead of oceans,But my love,
Our souls have been intertwined from the beginning of time,The stars told me they quietly watched our souls colliding like two meteorites,
An explosion of two very strong personalities,
We weren’t pastel pink and baby blue,
We were Jet black and the deepest shade of burgundy,
even before the earth was formed,
The time our galaxy was still fast asleep.Our souls haven’t left each other a nano second since they collided.
Magic, stardust and hope holding them together,
Fate protecting us fiercely.This is meant to be,
We are meant to be,
No distance can change that,
Because our souls recognized each other from two ends of the universe,It took decades, centuries, eons for them to find each other,
We can’t just throw something like that away,
We can’t give up on us,
For the universe has conspired to bring us together long before me and you were born,
When the sun was still young,
The planets not even conceived yet,
The sun’s rays kissing every part of our galaxy, trying to create life in space.You need to believe in me,
The sun, the stars,
the galaxies are proof that there is a certain kind of magic at play,
The same magic that bought us together,
In this place,
In this time,
In this very moment,This very moment that fate thought would be perfect for us to collide the way we did,
Just like our souls collided eternities ago.Everything is a sign screaming that your hand belongs in mine,
That every inch of you is something I want to see everyday I wake up,
Drenching me in liquid gold sunshine and a bucketful of twinkling stars.Your soul makes my soul shake softly with laughter,
It makes my soul burn brighter than the light of a billion suns,
It lifts the heaviness, the inconsolable sadness that sits deep within me,
And sets it free.My dear,
Distance is so minute compared to the enormity of the feelings I have for you.-distance cannot separate souls, then what happened to us?
Hands
my hand
glides over your hip
your finger
traces a circle
on my stomach
you smile
bring your finger to your lips
the sweat is cooling
your words
ask me if I’m tired
your eyes
see proof I’m not
you say it’s late
I kiss your neck
whisper in your ear
“Let others worry about the sun,
we have the night”
Penhales 