I'M A Temptress Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

I tempt tempests into my arms
Cunningly cunningly
Overburdened air I sing
Otherwise it'll blow up

I tempt tempo piano presto
The tip of my tongue hissing at tones
Cunningly cunningly
Overburdened sound I sing
Otherwise
The earth would be silent and empty

I tempt tempera into the colours
The paint now dripping sprinkles the walls
Cunningly cunningly
Overburdened stones I sing
Otherwise
Nothing would be built

2010.

©Miroslava Odalovic