Lotus pistil - Pistilo de loto - Original poem -100 days poetry challenge day 65
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We are on day 65, heading for 100. I thank the people who support me and who have read what I am creating for the challenge of 100 days of Poetry summoned by #steemitschool and @d-pend. Always waiting for your kind look and that you like them.
My musical theme that I connect to, between lines, with this creation is:Sia-Move Your Body
Lotus pistil
When you look at me,
I behave
like a wavy cat for you.
Lurking around my neck.
Your hair bristles
and you announce yourself as a simile of skin.
In front of my eyes, you transform.
You breathe in me
a small and agitated air.
From the pistil of my lotus
phallic immersion is detected
of a dragon-fly in my sun, hypnotizing it.
You smell me
and all my synapses turn yellow,
it is altered and lights up.
You touched me
or do I dream that you touch me?
and every thread goes crazy
From the bottom
from my pistil
everything burns hectic.
I dream that you, muse, sinks
your antennae in my flesh and in the assault
You feel your eyelashes flutter.
Shine in the air
your sword throbbing with old vices,
sting erect,
suspended
poisoned with metaphors.
Me, carnivorous flower,
I tried incessantly the precise step
delayed and repeated
of all your attempts
from unfold my petals.
Indoors,
I discover you
made of fire ants
deranged,
as well as my pollen
Saludos, Steemianos hispanohablantes.
Estamos en el día 65, en dirección a 100. Agradezco a las personas que me apoyan y que han leído lo que estoy creando para el desafío de 100 días de Poesía, convocado por #steemitschool. Siempre esperando su gentil mirada y que les guste.
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Pistilo de loto
Cuando me miras,
me adelgazo
como gata ondulante a tu medida.
Avanzas ronroneante por mi cuello.
Se te eriza el pelo
y te anuncias como símil de piel.
Ante mis ojos, te transformas.
Me respiras encima
un aire diminuto, entrecortado.
Desde el pistilo de mi loto
se presiente la fálica inmersión
de una libélula en mi sol, hipnotizándolo.
Me olfateas
y mi amarillo hace sinapsis,
se trastoca y se enciende.
Me tocas
¿o sueño que me tocas?
y cada estambre enloquece.
Desde el fondo
de mi pistilo
todo arde trastornado.
Sueño que tú, musa, hundes
tus antenas en mi carne y en la arremetida
se siente tu aleteo de pestañas.
Resplandece en el aire
tu espada palpitante de vicio viejo,
erguido,
suspendido
aguijón envenenado con metáforas.
Yo, flor carnívora,
saboreo sin cesar el paso preciso
demorado y repetido
de todos tus intentos
por desdoblar mis pétalos.
Adentro,
te descubro
hecho de hormigas bravas
desquiciadas,
tan recias como mi polen.
Original poem by @zeleiracordero
Reading notes: III
Source of images:
May 11, 2018
Thanks to @d-pend and to #steemitschool for the creation of this space to share our creations.
And, very especially, to my invaluable friend @onthewayout.
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For accompanying me, reading me and always being there ... Simply THANKS
Por acompañarme, leerme y estar ahí...
Source of images:
Thanks to @d-pend and to #steemitschool for the creation of this space to share our creations.
And, very especially, to my invaluable friend @onthewayout.
If you have not yet joined the #steemitschool Discord, do it now:Discord
For accompanying me, reading me and always being there ... Simply THANKS
Por acompañarme, leerme y estar ahí...
Beautiful sister poem. Every day you stand out more.
Thank you !
Getting better and stronger every day. Good job, @zeleiracordero amiga
Thank you for so much love and appreciation, dear @ayakasih.