This don't slits down my throat
and it is a labyrinth where
i contemplate the years
i was made of flesh.

you are a world of yes,
a watercolor spreading
like blood in me.
it is obscene to feel
what i feel
but the design 
of your mouth is a visual
attack and it empowers me
to be a body
again.

It is so tragic
to know your ghosts,
rekindling your own vulnerability
but i long to be complex
and imperfect.

my skin itches
for your demons.
Let us be brave together.


Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2014

As she unlocked the door,

a thousand black stars fell from her heart.

She couldn't

but she did.

Behind stained glasses,

he looked at her,

thinking less than he could.

Nothing would ever be said

about that day

and it would burn his sibilant heart

for the rest of his life.

She left as if she had never been there.

He stayed for some minutes,

gazing at the memories

that were already beginning to sprout without

his poetic license.

He thought about a word in English

to express what he was feeling.

Why was he thinking in Portuguese?

Words racing his mind.

Things he couldn't tame,

he would never tame.

A confusion under his skin.

Desejo, desire.

Sometimes he looks back,

and she is still there

 weightless,

faceless,

wordless,

absolute.

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2013

Felix Mas

 

 

 

I am not split
when I feel that
old danger below my navel
as the arms of the clock
embrace my will
to be side by side
with comets
and the jealous moons
of Venus.

The unlike poetry
of my sex is strange
and elusive.
(Can't remember who said that)

Maybe The Tarot Cards
have the answer.
They read me today:
I may fall again
on Devil's bed.
He will help me
to bring out what is already
in me.

It is so sweet
to sin freely
without the exhausting
burden of love.


Karla Bardanza

 

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012

Painting by Ricardo Celma

It comforts me to think

you could be here, contemplating

my hands rubbing your thoughts

against my body, celebrating outrageously

my great deed as if all my certainties lived

underneath an incandescent conviction.

For you

my poems tremble with desire

as the fingers at the tip of my words

grope for new boundaries between

galaxies.

For you

my heart can be contained in a cliche

for I am not afraid of making

delicious mistakes anymore.

Karla Bardanza

I wrote this poem, listening to the song above. I love it!

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012

Painting by Lauri Blank

She feels it:
waters bend,
blackberries and cherries trickle out of
the corner of her mouth.
Thanatos meets Eros
and everything is beyond the pleasure principle.

She feels it.
She fills it
as she affirms her will to live
destroying, destroying what is indestructible,
swimming in shipless oceans
suspended between life and death.

What is the ephemeral nature of flesh but contradiction and redemption?

What else does she want?

The awareness of her own body extends beyond
the body's boundaries. Another dimension engulfs her:
she feels it again and again,
discovering her self, existing in an unknown singleness.

She is complete.

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011

Your kisses of oblivion

are falling from your mouth

and dissolving me.

I

I

I

I am listening to Adele,

as we gently slide

into the dark,

dying

dying

dying of life.

For a few seconds

I pay attention to the music,

but I'm wrapped in that silent voice,

in those hands of sleepy myrtle,

inside and outside

the endless hours.

And I'm falling deliciously

from my private hell,

diving slowly

in the air,

in the air,

in the air

I am.

And it is good,

I don't even remember

you,

you,

you.

I don't even remember I love(d) you

as my friend talks about the empty mind,

the importance of detachment,

the death of the night

and of the day every day,

Samsara, wheels.

We recite mantras,

opening our hands,

praying for things

that only the body

can hear.

We are free

in an ever expanding light.

As Adele sings,

my heart lifts

and starts to dance

Blind to the past,

blind to the present,

blind to the future

it is.

I pull desire deep inside me

just like love should be

without you,

without you,

without you.

And with my eyes half closed,

I'm glad to forget you

now,

I'm glad to forget you

forever.

I am glad

I can feel

again.

Karla Bardanza

This poem is my tribute to Adele.Great singer ever.

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011

Drink me:

water for your salvation.

Crystalline desire

baptizing your tongue,

your mouth,

your fingers.

Drink me:

I can quench your thirst of infinite dimensions

as you try to breathe

in and out without feeling

your pulse.

Impulse.

Just an impulse.

Let me marry your eyes,

your wild eyes while I pull

your perfect hair.

I am a dishevelled bride today.

Here...Here...

Swim inward,

flow outwards,

I am water,

I am sacred water:

your source of pure tomorrow.

Make me a waterfall,

make me fall in my pure depths.

I am a pool,

I am a lake:

drink me while love eats me out,

drink me while the moon can't break.

I am blessing you:

waters of your victory.

This moment is nameless,

this moment is to be memorized.

Watch now

it's violent,

it's uncontrallable:

my rivers flood,

my dams explode,

my tides rise:

this is just for you.

Drink me:

my waters are beyond capture.

I am here

and my hour is now.

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011