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longing

Published by Denisa Spiridon on 16/08/2020

Here I love you.

Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.

~Pablo neruda

Today I found myself dreaming of blueberry pancakes

Vanilla mornings in your kitchen

And when I think of you I get an instant smile on my face

And you read all my diaries, my stories

And the poems of a beautiful mess

You have the waves of the sea in your eyes

And your eyes are not blue

But you have the depth of an ocean in you

And thousand of stories written on your skin

Prints of unknown places, people and sin

You taste like love and all my senses go keen

And when I long for you the days seem too long

And the minutes too many

As I keep listening for footsteps

But I ain’t hearing any.

Longing is a beautiful thing. It’s half poison, half hope. It is triggered mainly by wild things. Oceans. Nights. The sun falling into the horizon. Edges. Sweat. Mountain air. Loss. It doesn’t know reason. It stems from a space that isn’t defined.

~Victoria Erikson

86,400 seconds

Published by Denisa Spiridon on 29/07/2020

86, 400 seconds each day,

How many of them would you like to stay?

Kiss me one silent night

And I’ll answer you with my silence

Or I will write

Replying through a poem,

Or a 7 page short thought

You said it’s like a review

And that may be true.

The place where I’ve abandoned myself,

A blue pillowcase and a bookshelf

A street that I thought that I know, 

but I didn’t

A button and number 7,

The elevator and I was close to heaven.

Your arms-strong

and my fingers shaking,

Something inside of me 

both building and breaking

My whispers,

The soundtrack to your dreams

All is well,

Or so it seems.

Introspection

Published by Denisa Spiridon on 17/07/2020

A landscape of curves

Edges and nerves

Sharp and soft

A mind and the ribs

Flat chest and a huge smile

Thousand of verses in one file.

Looking like a painting

Dying to speak, but unable

On every human, a label

She’s no exception

But an unique perception

She’s not just 

what we have been taught 

in anatomy lessons

Though, it’s simpler than that

Or complicated when it comes about emotions

But when she’s loving

She’s insanely intense

And it makes a lot of sense

In the patterns of shadows

And the blissing light

Who show a human who loves to write.

Fragments of…

Published by Denisa Spiridon on 01/06/2020

Fragments of 

my laughter,

of my disaster,

Because love is devastating

Love ravages us with our emotions

Pure and deep and frightful

Love is always there in our path

Regardless our ways

Love is freedom

And freedom is bliss

I am a duality of how to be and how I am

We, as lovers, exist as a work of art

Created to create,

Living to love

All the rest falls into its place

Like the blue moon that we painted

I write to you so I could never lose who I am

I let my imagination flirt to you

And draw you with my words

So while you’re reading me,

You can feel the sweet taste of me on your lips

I am made of morality and immoral sin

I live in grimaces of pleasure and clear tears

I spill white wine on pages

While I think of dripping peaches

And my stories are told.