A Pome With No Title Poem by alexandre arnau

A Pome With No Title



i rise
from the yesterday's ashes
shaking history
from my wings
while the sun passes
through my eyes

i rise
and stand up to align
myself with g*d's cosmic design
unornamented
and divine
bearing constellations
on my hand
because saturn's rings
don't need jewels to shine

this kiss
from your fragrant twolips
has me tongue tied
in perfection
and sets me adrift
in six different dimensions

i feast
from the apple of eve
in a secret garden
i choose not to leave
where i write a new passage
in judas' scroll
translating the parts
to understand the whole

i stretch
my skin
to beat a rythym in time


1ne
2wo
3hree
4our
5ive
6ix
7even
8eight
satur9

can you hear this?
this ecstatic static beat?
they build mansions
in the soul
and the rooms
are rumi

can you feel this?
the mouth of our eyes
blinking a soulkiss
that unlocks our gaze
to reveal the secrets of bliss

i claim
this earth as mine
made in HIS image
although i believe
SHE is the one
who is divine

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