unfinished mara sequence

unfinished mara sequence


1

To the vino stained sheets of brasov
I've soiled the street children with their painted rags,
my listless lollygags rousing those awful cobblings
chasing after a fleeced moldovia
where sweet mara unabashed sat on balcony
watching me write, humming herself a delicious tone
beyond my reach she brushed her succulent boisenberry locks

out of a decayed danube to prance on a balled up paper
I must have left behind when fighting off those urchins
she unwraps with milky condolence to the shattered words
for her to read, oh mara, I have hidden your poems
tied them deep inside this black church of a heart
that you, to knock feverishly for sanctuarary
I will unwrap these stares and ask, to hold your hand

feel this silken love strung fortune reading across water,
a sea of your hair in my eyes wrapped up leggy stagger
to escort in fine fashion our mingling of placed ballet
lusted for dry red romani wine, a pelter in silver spoon
I imbibe in your creamy countenance frozen in your eyes,
to mirror our lost happenstance of meeting here, in brush
air to heir this our moment, where we shall love again

2
the twin I choose has a sweeter smile,
an unused sense of roses
for whilst pricking pinky I suckle
this savored blood berry
swishing around cherry in palatte
I no longer choice her skin
for her soft contour is growing garden
a lighter shade her smile
is all I lack as photographer

for of the two I bury with her
a seedling of pure love fiborous
to dangle an earth worm her small promise
she blooms, mara for all of her fruits
showering us spring green a new bud
her special lest this world doppleganger
to conceal her from others in shoulders
te her to my chest this lovely breast
sing both our portraits this pairing

together
we flower