Woman
written by: Carmen Frech Oliveri
I held his hand over the grove,
piano fingers
tracing the skin.
Major rhymes between silks;
in the air.
Eyelashes on the lips,
and appetizing
musical notes.
Muse,
confectionery,
obtuse weapon.
I want to be
the naked
universe.
A woman.
Pigeons
Feathers,
and your arms,
peeking
in my torso.
The sigh
that you exhale
when you finish
my words.
That you long to
hold me.
“My soul was a naked bird, over the trees, it smiled in silence.”
I am happy to rejoin the world of poetry, after so many years of silence. We all know that a little bit of ourselves lives and breathes in every single written word. Thank you kindly for reading.
I am happy to rejoin the world of poetry, after so many years of silence. We all know that a little bit of ourselves lives and breathes in every single written word. Thank you kindly for reading.
