December 2011
13 posts
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The Voices Behind the Curtain
once in a while,
we roll tongue against skin
and skin against teeth
and it is not all, show
primitive sounds escape
revealing, a life’s worth of
hidden auroras and clear
summer skies
and we think we are
together in our loneliness,
reveling in mutual emptiness
mouth muscles contract
pouring out fear after fear
doubt after...
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To the Other Woman’s Other Woman
she savors the taste of love new promises whispering whimsically
aching for more.
more
more
and then some
gorging herself on lies.
she hasn’t noticed yet
the drifter in his eyes
or the smokescreen
that cages his gypsy heart.
she hasn’t noticed yet
that she is me.
© Nathalie M. Viorato
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The Dirt Beneath the Snow
Even if the snow falls.
Covering the soft green earth
with its ashen dust,
altering the ground.
The earth fights back.
Always evolving.
Never devastating.
Even if you come back to me
I won’t.
I won’t.
©Nathalie M. Viorato
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The Memory of Rain
the rain is warm now.
I can feel it
wet, sharp
like acid trickling down
frail, unprotected skin
sliding into my eyes;
every tear cries for you,
every tear burns.
©Nathalie M. Viorato
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The Act of Burning Bridges
You act as though I am easy to forget But you don’t know how- You don’t know how to erase me from your background How to leave behind a good woman- and her broken heart. And you move forward- sharing music, listening to your bands talking about nothing pretending to understand each other- but at night, when you go to bed with her Realize You are...
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Between Silences
Between silences
the world comes to an end
and there is no commotion
no tempest brewing in the sea
no notice
and people remain people
as the wind stands still
crying themselves to sleep
breaking marriages
being wed
breathing
dancing
laughing
binding ourselves to the menial vocabulary
of the living
promising love
flirting
lying
and no note is made of this
no map left...
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Consider Blasphemy
Consider blasphemy-
before you condemn me to
the waters of your solitude
and send me unprotected
into the high tide of your stormy sea
do I mean so little to you-
that you would desecrate all we had
without a moments hesitation?
hurl my name among the piles of
strangers that rummage solemnly
along the outskirts of your mind
without a second glance?
if ever you doubted...
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Of Mornings and Weekdays
on mondays
I like to listen to music on the train
its always the same-song
the one you dedicated to me
(without knowing of course)
its always the same voice blaring through
vocalizing unhinged thoughts
of desperation and lust
the words always leave me breathless
- in the constricted, can’t breathe
running out of oxygen type of way-
you know the type of...
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Of Privileges
I wrote this for you
because you once asked me if you were
privileged enough to be in my writings
and it made me laugh
- the only other option
was to cry-
So I answered maybe, enthralled by your ignorance
and also the inner workings of my own mind
I wondered what childhood trauma
defined the type I let into my inner circle
how my brain churns and grunts as it
cleaves the...
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Of Good Days
On a good day- you can barely
hear the echoes of a million feet
marching solemnly into their cages
pacing past slabs of grey concrete
darting in between yellow blurs
and fragile skyscrapping glass
barely scratching the surface of the sky
You can walk on worn out asphalt
and miss the cracks on paper thin walls
listen- to hard jazz emanating from Battery Park
and not be...
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Amor a la Escritura
Ven y te cuento un secreto aqui entre los dos
De mi amante en secreto, muy amargo y muy veloz
Y quisa sea la desgracia de mi triste corazon
es cobarde, orgulloso y detalla sin razon
Grita a los cuatro vientos mil detalles de mi dolor
Pues en su rebeldia pierde todo el control
Su tinte habla de tragedias
de verguenza y de placer
Marchita esperanzas
la noche y el ayer
Y...
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Of First Times
The first time- is always the hardest
you trace your fingers along every ridge
letting the feel of cold hard glass fill you with anticipation
you run your tongue slowly against the roof of your mouth
savoring the burn
you taste the sugar in the air
and find the ice crystals carelessly rolling off your lips
Like the first time a boy reaches for your hand
His fingers...