An eclipse waits for me

as i defy all the laws of gravity

to prove myself my body can,

trying to forgive myself

for the mistakes i haven't made

yet.

and yes,

my body can

sin with and without your consent,

feel my indencency,

vomit stars,

finger the universe,

break down 

again

because my song is so

pure and imperfect.

(sing with me, please.

let me strech my desire

along your skin,

cutting the silence 

in injured halves.

we two are never tired of bleeding)

i don't have much

to say in my defense

apart from what still

sleeps wetly within.

i want to crown you:

here is the kingdom of pleasure,

here is where i feel 

you.

only you can bring

the night into my veins

and i don't mind being hurt

as i grow old,

as my body sinks in (your) roses.

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2014

Adry Del Roco Garcia

 

 

 

 

I am going to lie down in your cat's cradle
but if I get entangled or fall,
share this lazy moment with me,
as you tell me the best side of our story
from every angle.
There should be one.

I feel like forgiving the universe
when I truly live my lust, my sex and condition
without looking sideways or turning off the lights.
I want to waste my energy contemplating
our inadequate beauties in loco.

I am glad to be here, doing everything
and almost nothing when I steal your show
to capture this untamed morning in media res.
Everything seems to be so perfect when I come,
when I grab and savor a piece of you.
You always die so elegantly but dying
has always been a part of our lives.

Let's live our sunlit metaphors until
we have no more time to be happy.
Let's get dirty with our desire and break all
the barriers and taboos as we run naked during
this idle morning.

We have just today,
We have just this will to hang around.
I don't want to be myself
and you can't remember
how to be who you are.

Forget the script you know by heart,
the role that gave you the Oscar of my despair.
You still fits (in) me perfectly.


Karla Bardanza

 

 

 

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012

Painting by Kim Sung Jin

You rose in my fingers,

murmuring the secrets of moonlight,

sliding, swerving and crashing in my rose petals

sprinkled sheets violently.

An accident of fate some would say.

I kept my heart wet and carried him

to the waters of my world gently

as I kissed his ego, his mouth, his stories.

He filled me with commas and sudden pauses,

His imperfect punctuation made a flower of me.

I bloomed in his arms, I lived in him for so many hours,

days, nights, Saturdays and Mondays.

I was aware of your desire, of our pleasure.

When will we put our mouths together?

When will we be effortlessly vulgar again?

-I love(d) you-

Karla Bardanza

    Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011

My desire is a poem in your mouth:

I anticipate this miracle of myself,

scratching the words, opening the legs

of my tomorrow, licking your heart

with care.

I feel.

It is a morning glory, a story to be

worshipped: I kneel down, I bow.

You sleep in my altar, in every inch

of me.

I feel.

My desire is a waterfall inundating

your hands, howling like a thunder

over your soft rocks of pleasure.

Flowers fall: it would be an unexpected beauty

if our mossy bodies could breath.

-if-

You you you

Salamanders burn under my quilt,

Yes, you are my myth, a creature born

of my fire.

Maybe you are the fire of my fire.

I keep my dream warm as I cuddle my desire,

searing my soul and eyes, heating those moments

washed by the moonlight.

I sigh.

My passion and my conscience struggle together.

A salamander rests on my breast:

I call you you you

and when you read my metaphors

my flames consume me. I die.

But don't believe your eyes.

If you come close,

you won't see me my dearest:

you will see

a Phoenix Rising.

My desire is my deathless inspiration melting

in your tongue.

Karla Bardanza

When I loved you more,
I feared your world and the great sun
sealing unknown sacraments.
I couldn't understand the liturgy
of your pale promises.
Unwilling and alone, I embarked.
But the moon failed me when
your loyal deceit swept me into eternity.

For some time
I was within some children's eyes,
I was underneath the sunset heart.
You were the blessed one.

When I loved you more
The breath of the flowers was an anathema
lingering on my skin.
The silent labours of Mother nature was the secret
full of replies.
You absorbed me in your poems,
in your passion.
I was swallowed by your long embrace of pain.
But I longed for all things you wrote me,
you told me, you tattooed in the air,
I liked the dust, the shadows, the storms
before and after your unconsidered words.

Time seemed to be blind.
I was happy.

I should have known your impure metaphors
for the gentle breeze doesn't last forever.
I thought of a butterfly crowning the sky.
I thought of winged creatures when I cried for
my clipped wings.
Those useless wings which lost sense
when you said you would carry me
in your arms.

Things are sick. I am sick.
Snakes creep across my brain.
I drag reptiles.
The past croaks as my pain burns divenely
in the dark.

Love is a slippery creature in a dreadful hole.
Love is a visit from the underworld.

When I loved you more,
the serpent's bite didn't hurt so much
and the poison was less lethal
than it is now.




Karla Bardanza

My sweetness remains in your mouth,

burning your soul, torturing your mind,

craving for more as you close your eyes

to see those refined pleasures of my skin,

feeling again my amorous fire within.

Karla Bardanza