RICARDO ANTONIO GARCIA

RICARDO ANTONIO GARCIA

FERVENT PLEASURES

Serengeti dust is on the roof of my tent.

Morning peers its light through the beige canvas

and I am on a dream to wonder bust

contemplating

my wants and desires for a woman.

She is a part of the whirling sand and wind

a small vile of Gin

keeps my head from wondering too much.

To the basin

I sprinkled the cold water on my face

almost too erase

the hard ground where my sleeping face

left an imprint beneath.

Serengeti wind blows through my hair

as I feel the salty sweat

fall from the brow of my calving spirit.

Here among the dunes

her spirit wonders carelessly searching

and she is aware

that my tent is pitched in the light of her love.

What miracle will it take

for her to transform herself in my arms

becoming the moment when all of time stops

and the Universe twains.

Here I will stay until my death

for if I rise above the sand she will wait.

Serengeti dreams evolve from within

I feel the cantering of her Soul in this abyss

swearing allegiance that love exists

and all I have to do is enter the sublime zone.

FERVENT PLEASURES (continued)

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Fear has lost me.

Tears have gained ground.

I hear her crying in the wails of the wind.

Into the sand I write a poem

in the grace that her mind is my mind

and her soul is my soul.

Fervent pleasures misunderstood… by all.

BLOOM MY LOVING ANGEL

Symbiosis of heartbeats…

birthing Mother, will you bear our love child?

Planting the seed of our union

and growing a bridal proximity to our union

pink orchards on your wrists

letting your hair down in the bedroom

I can’t resist

for love is blooming within you.

Symbiotic fluid of our hearth…

is the child of loves essence fragrantly pedaled?

Illusive butterflies pregnant and powdering

choirs sing of rejoicing in God

dismantled cross from the old church is gone

but in God is purity

resurrected by His memory and His love.

Bloom my loving Angel.

Walk with me beneath an old oak tree…

kiss me ever so gently

for the tram of our existence is eternal

bed and breakfast here

under the indigo sky of darkened night

I can’t stop

my hands from discovering you.

Bloom, my loving Angel.

Synchronicity is electric…

laying in the grass as the clouds above pass

your skin wears me well, my love

rocking to the demurity of our making

touch has never been so profound.

Over beating heart in a lustful embrace

is dancing in its thrombosis.

How do humans love so hard?

Encapsulated love… into a pill of delight..

you are my prismatic light…

Ricardo Antonio Garcia