Influence

I must confess that Pablo Neruda has a big influence on my poetic writing style. I can read his verses over and over and still find magic in them. His gift of imagery is blissful to me. I see something new in a poem every time I read it. When I feel the need for inspiration on how to express a thought, I read him.

When it comes to the romantic and erotic poetry, I tend to delve into the current desires I have or the ones that left a brand on my libido. Hence a poem is born... from the soul of Neruda and the heart of my desires. The poem below is a balance of both.

The Midnight Hour

The midnight hour came
and I could not find you.
No moonlight slipped
over the worn path of my heart.
You chose shadows that
slowly die in sunlight,
instead of the wonder of
moonlight on satin.

Are you so afraid of
silken skin against your lips?

To know love is never enough.
You must taste it, breathe it
until love is etched across
the diamonds that give
your soul its shine.

I cannot find you in moonlight,
nor can you see me hidden in shadows.
I know only moonlight on satin,
and if you must hide, my love
seek the silken shadows
that lurk in the pores of my skin.