Ecuador Shuar Erotic Suggestion

MAKE ME DRUNK WITH YOUR KISSES






Make me drunk with your kisses, my love
kiss my lips
untangle my hair with your silken fingers
explore with your hands the sacred song of the vanilla flower
untie the makich  anklet
remove the shakap  belt from my hips
naked, I await you

Live in my home
take me with the tenderness of your words
burn my fears
with the fire of your skin

Trace my path
with the oars of your raft
come to the shores of the beach,
my harbour of sand

Make me drunk with your kisses
with the chicha
fermented in saliva
with the wisdom of Arutam

Don't go, my love
I want to wake
in your arms like cotton
to dive
into your depths
to fall asleep
in the jewel of your eyes



            Maria Clara Sharupi Jua




                               trans.  Nataly Kelly








....

tombeau pour l'enfant

           Margaret



 


I don’t regret this year
of joy and pain, the laughter
stilled by silence. Though
I cannot know, I hope
that Love loves you and you
love those who live unbroken
but broken, holding each other
because we cannot hold you.

Pray for me, my daughter,
my Pearl, that I live through
these empty years to find
my family always loving
and life less cruel than kind




                    G.M.  PALMER















........

PASSING TIME

Your skin like dawn

     Mine like musk



 One paints the beginning

       of a certain end.



     The other, the end of a
        
            sure beginning.





MAYA ANGELOU    (recently deceased)














....

a purely human testimony

“I Just Can’t”



by

Mort Escanduleous


 


sleep    
 eludes
  me
   always
    never
    cannot
     sleep
     cannot
      escape
       the
       sound
        the
        droning
         ear
          plugs
           head
            phones
             white
              noise
               tv
                nothing
                 works
                  no
                   hope
                    no
                     end
                      no 
                        rest















.

after bathing, perhaps

            

 

 

 

 

 

                      Purity

 

 

 

 

 

Amazing solitude.
Only me and my cigarette,
and this tiny dragonfly
painted in Moldavian monastery blue.

 

Nothing threatens me,
not even the sun.
The sky is an immense cloud
made of mother-of-pearl.

The lake is an immense cloud
made of mother-of-pearl.
I am the mermaid of the lake.
– I am an infinite melody
like the murmur of the rain.  

 

And I am clean,
like the poem I’m writing.

 

 

 

 

                      Nina Cassian      +April 2014

                           Romanian poet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

....

The Peace Of Wild Things

 

 

 

 

 

 

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                    Wendell Berry

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.........

a way of great success

              





                 The Donkey






When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born;

With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.

The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.




                  G. K. Chesterton









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