ANA NEDELCU

ANA NEDELCU

I`VE BEEN KNOWING YOU FOR AN ETERNITY AND… BEYOND

Have I ever told you

That my verses are self written?

They simply cannot stay away

From the sunshine of your complexion

So they keep crashing on paper…

…letters wrapped up in words.

I`m a victim of these poems

That are keeping me

Imprisoned in a lovable flavor

Like a child`s smile

And a woman`s passion

For… beauty and simplicity.

I love you in the secrecy of my flesh

Where you become

The most comfortable zone

I`ve ever landed on.

It`s like magic….

Do not be afraid

To love the hell out of me

`Cause, for sure,

I won`t be afraid

To love the hell out of you!

…

I`ve been knowing you for an eternity and… beyond…

EMPIRE STATE OF YOU

Days aren`t enough

For the amount of love

Poured from the sky,

Bathing my body in emeralds

And red stars…

Color of passion.

Crowns of fire

Open the gates of unwounded souls…

Can`t you see the amount

Of love I have been preparing

For decades at camp fire

Under full moon,

On the road of the existence?

You beg for love

But you are running away from it.

You are eternally hiding under your shell.

You can`t break the stone

If you do not build a door…

So, build a door and unlock the cave

Of an eternal ‘’coeur’’!

Can`t you feel how much I love you?

Poetry hidden behind closed windows…

Do you want me to draw you the lock

And spell fire

So it can melt?

Do you want to feel the burning

Of king`s thrown?

I miss you day and night

Where days are too short

For this amount of desire

And nights are even shorter

Without the touch

Of your Empire.

.

POEM FROM A PORTRAIT (DEDICATED TO SPIRITUAL MASTERS)

lately…

I have dedicated my time

reading your letters

from ancient history,

exploring their wisdom.

I read you like a top list Guru

with all the magical sound

of the words and meaningful scent.

I drowned myself

in several perceptions

of who you are

and who you want to become.

And some…

are my letters,

my characters,

my figures…

Seems like you dressed up with me

and you haven’t even asked…

for my outfit to try,

for my favorite colors,

for my measures…

You are wearing me

in your stories

just like your thoughts

gather in your daily living,

just like your feelings

mingle in your tireless brush…

…

Who would have thought?

…

You are wearing me

at royal court

just like an outfit of glamour

…with a purpose…

And me… I`m all dressed up

in your foundation,

your shades,

your poetry of wisdom…

And always have been…

Each morning

I radiate your perfume

to my ear,

any outfit of my desire

has your size.

I believe I finally found

my favorite label:

your name spelled on my heart,

your texture stained to my skin,

your color glued to my textile…

I took permission

to wear you out:

the more I wear you

the more you become new

It`s like you knew…

You are recyclable to my passion,

to my own will

I can always make new item out of you

Will you be transparent or consistent?

Get transparent to my intimacy

and consistent to my dreams

Keep me fresh when I get exhausted

and keep me warm when I get chilly!

Wear me out too

like we`re an outfit of glamour!

Become one with me

and catwalk with me

in bright light,

glamorous stages,

crowded streets…

in eternity and beyond.

Will you wear me every day?

Recycle me with special technology?

Get sophisticated and yet simple?

Find my style that matches perfectly

with yours

with who we are… ourselves.

…

This morning, before leaving,

why haven`t you told me

that you are going to wear me?

I could have added extra perfume

to your charm…

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