ANA-LUCRETIA NEDELCU
EVENING
CONFESSIONS...
When the evening comes
He prepares the mighty pen in
detail
For a full night
Of written confessions...
He keeps them deep down
In an endless memory lane
Only for the beloved to hear...
for the lover to feel...
for the adored to cherish...
As for all to become fragrant...
When night comes...hmmm
Madness unleashes
From the strings
Of its human limits
Letting go of the goddesses
The inks...the overcrowded hearts
While the thunders strike
All at once
Preparing the storm
Of the unbridled fire
...of the mighty pen...
He slowly starts writing
His love whispers
All over her curves...printing the
ink
Into her soft skin
Making her moan
At the sweet bites of his words...
...printing his love into her depths
...
When midnight comes...hmmm
Passion overloads
Her body is now covered
In his perfervid letters
His verses speak from miles afar
...into her very embrace...
After the storm and pages all over
filled
...with her...
She now becomes the book
Of avid love inks
Of oceans` nymphs
She`s already prepared
As his book of desire, his adored,
his beloved
...and universe`s dedication
of an authentic love
For a woman.
©LiterAnART-15/03/2017
THERE`S A
MAGIC…
there`s a magic way in which
this love carries her beyond
the present moment...
is when she gets overwhelmed
by the power of its enriching
storms
is when she craves to touch
his complexion...and whisper him
how much she adores his presence
...his existence...
there`s a magic way in which
this love carries her beyond
the present moment...
is when love demands
to break the doors of her chest
and spread the diamonds
of the orchards...the full bloom
of all lavender fields...
there`s a magic way in which
this love carries her beyond
the present moment...
is when the sea meets the ocean
the colors intertwine
becoming a landscape of fairies...
a scenery of the outer limits
there`s a magic way in which
this love carries her beyond
the present moment...
and there`s a magic way
in which this irresistible,
unbelievable love
can be accurately expressed
in no words...in no language known
but in one tender touch
in which lovers can vibrate
in one single union...in a gleam
of galaxy`s wonders...
there`s a magic way in which
this love carries her beyond
the present moment...
that`s when she knows
about the mission of her destiny
the meaning of her existence
the diamonds in her thoughts
the rubies in her heart
the way love goes...all around
...
to love him...truly madly deeply
a love of magic poets
©LiterAnART-12/03/2017
…THE
MORNINGS…
I remember the mornings...
waking up beside you
covered in your magical scent...
the embrace...
the way we used to hold each other
in shyness and desire...
I remember the mornings...
waking up beside you
in our significant silence
while holding our hands
that told the whole story
from the lands we had stepped on...
I remember the mornings...
waking up beside you
you kissing me on the forehead
the soft skills of your touch
was taking me to heavens...
I remember the mornings...
waking up beside you
the texts in my head...
the ones I never said...
the love kept inside
holding you tight
to my heart and into the flight
of our magnificent bond...
the way love shouted in my chest
and my inner tears
of the thought of a mere goodbye...
long distance used to be
until our next "come by"
....
I remember the mornings...
waking up beside you...
©LiterAnART-10/03/2017
VEIL LIKE
she`s all vulnerable and soul naked
waiting for him to soon arrive
and wipe out her endless longings
...
her body is entirely wrapped up
in the warmth of his embrace
in the colors of their memories
the giggles, the laughs, the
goosebumps
her nakedness strikes all the
storms
painting an imagery portrait right
there
on the wall & in her mind
always lives him...forever
him...again
the man of her wild dreams
...while waiting his charming
perfect figure
her body rests, her body longs,
it screams in exquisite desire
though
inside her organs she wants him
and her beauty feeds them all
with the memories...ahh...the
memories...
until very soon...until he claims
her again...in wholeness...in
clarity
again in desire... in devouring
fire
in conscious dream...in reality`s
cream
©LiterAnART-11/12/2016
OPEN
WINDOW…RUMPLED BED
this bed awaits...the art
incorporates
…
open the window and start painting
my arrival...in bluest sky in
golden frames...like our soul while
whispering our names...breathing
our flames
...butterfly exclaims: how
enchanting love games
©LiterAnART-12/12/2016
ANA-LUCRETIA
NEDELCU
(PEN NAME LITERANART)
ANA NEDELCU (pen name LiterAnART) is from Romania, Eastern
Europe. Her mother-language is Romanian. She has been writing for ten years and
she has widely published in her country and abroad, having multiple
international collaborations. She is a writer, poetess, journalist, researcher,
book editor and translator. She also teaches creative writing workshops and
represents the World Poetry Canada association in her country. Together with the
association, she is about to publish this year the “Creative writing 10”- a
series of workshops dedicated to literary and journalistic creation and
implemented in her country of origin in 2016. You can find Ana
@https://www.facebook.com/LiterAnART/ & https://ananedelcu.wordpress.com/
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