To discern what someone feels in his/her heart is to charm and tame the cobra.
THE COBRA'S SNARE
The circular eye of the serpent
is hard like cold sleet
never do bitter waves well up in her eyes
frail boats can sink beneath the waters
without waking
Pink curves of naked Eve
a warm blossom newly opened
so intimate, so close , throbbing
bears wise fruit between her hands
a fleeting ecstasy
a delight
melt away into oblivion
amidst hysterical cities
with walls of leprous cement
She becomes the scandal on everyone's ferry
speaking with the accent of her savage seas
under the eyes of the sinister patriarchs
timid and sad who worship in whispers
uttering a language of gasps and moans
And yet estranged from all
she exudes the breath of the wilderness
and she loves with a parching passion
the man she never tells about
for if she did
she would be like the map of another star
so she keeps her soul locked up
only on very rare occasions
unconsciously setting it free
Poetry by TheresaCecilia
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Written on 2006-04-09 at 23:51
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THE COBRA'S SNARE
To discern what someone feels in his/her heart is to charm and tame the cobra.THE COBRA'S SNARE
The circular eye of the serpent
is hard like cold sleet
never do bitter waves well up in her eyes
frail boats can sink beneath the waters
without waking
Pink curves of naked Eve
a warm blossom newly opened
so intimate, so close , throbbing
bears wise fruit between her hands
a fleeting ecstasy
a delight
melt away into oblivion
amidst hysterical cities
with walls of leprous cement
She becomes the scandal on everyone's ferry
speaking with the accent of her savage seas
under the eyes of the sinister patriarchs
timid and sad who worship in whispers
uttering a language of gasps and moans
And yet estranged from all
she exudes the breath of the wilderness
and she loves with a parching passion
the man she never tells about
for if she did
she would be like the map of another star
so she keeps her soul locked up
only on very rare occasions
unconsciously setting it free
Poetry by TheresaCecilia
Read 630 times
Written on 2006-04-09 at 23:51
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