NICOTIANA AFFINIS

Where  is the beautiful is the power inside us!

Poem by Celestine

All my angels are tired, so I let them listening 

While I was sleeping

The night I turned on your knees

Is the night I smelt the nicotine on the leaf.

With this claw,
 The savage residence appease my pleasure, still.

It's your descendants month,

Had left fingers through your hair at their wedding.

I left the bed of green satin,

When your butterflies were caught lip.

I've turned inside out,

Queen of clay... ravaged me, by smelling it.

Your way, my way, under the heel of your left eye,

When you have reached my solar feet.

Find me in a thousand sand circles to get pierced

 With the sweet milk offshoot.

What plant pulls out your chest in thousands of ventricles

In a forgotten beat.

The breath of heaven rustling

Between your burned lips.

You killed the Machiavellian darkness,

King over certainty, the king of the affinities is not dead!

No longer coastal will,

You're a woman now!

 

Your trees flourished in the womb land,

Fancy fruit learned to walk.

Out of lust you blossomed into full touch,

Coiled me into shiver,

When your void breast - shattering milk

Of high-miss sea, was between us.

You were struck by the turmoil bank of denial,

I've wanted you in the reverse branches of the forehead,

Out of cheeks and the lack of the sun, into the middle.

Hide me into the Orfeus dance.

Today I'm not the nourishment for the music

It is the birth-cry healing.

Oh, my queen!

At night I have blossomed over indifference,

I shuddered my egoistical mirror

You are firm to me - shade with freckles,

Bent over my pain.

And shake my breath by smelling my  free world,

For they forgot to feel your beauty

Into the great slumber curse.

Virgin of the moon,

Your tear is but the fruit growing into the ground,

Teach me how to walk, how to stand up your immortality.

Then...

Teach me to be.