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A Poet Falls In Love
A Poet Falls in Love It takes courage to live. When the poem becomes so transparent you wonder if the reader can see the wounds inside your eyes ____ the sight that never heals. Once I loved a man who came to me in a dream but my soul was divided Once I loved another man who wanted my heart and was willing to pay for it in gold. I expected better from both: ( a poet falls in love to write about it ) I break the bindings of my favorite poet’s books not because I want to but because of my need ____ ( every poets wants too much ) I wanted time so I refused to let my womb be used for anything except excuses. I wanted love but my public confessions would always lay me down into a bed of blaze ____ (men want admission not disclosure) ____ and if your lucky the ghost of your lovers won’t leave stones in your heart It seems I am always rising from a war crawling into the arms of my youth. It takes courage to live. © Poem: Gesso Cocteau © Art: Pete Berg
Fragments
Fragments Where the darkness kisses the light and the light begs for forgiveness, where the split in time allows the shade of this shadow to sleep within his arms. Where once I lost sight of the beauty of wildness and our unharnessed rapture. Where I dreamt we were children and the wink of your eye became a door to our lives. Where I lost you and you would not return when I asked you why you whispered to me, “the void is where we find one another.” When the emptiness echoed with illuminated sight I saw fragments of myself. I became a witness to the rising of our lust. you remember now____don’t you? © Gesso Cocteau From 'STRANDED HEARTS' An Anthology Of Love Poetry Art by Pete Berg for 'STRANDED HEARTS' An Anthology Of Love Poetry
The Raven
The Raven I am the precipice of the mountain you are standing upon, I am the feather that lands at your feet when you are alone, I am the dream wrapped around you, holding you tight on a cold winter’s eve: I am the moon catching you when you fall from the sky, I am the song of the flower that kisses you good night, I am the wildfire that burns between us. I am the heart that goes on beating even when it is broken, I am the kiss that bruises you, the lust that does not struggle. I am the first time you fell in love from a distance: I am the faithful and the betrayed, the unthinkable, I am the silent lover, the starving lover, the lover who wants to be yours. I am the unfinished stone you searched for in the quarry: I am the naked earth who stands before you awaiting your hammer and your blade. I am the poet, the sculptor and the shadow reading your words, I am the dream between dusk and darkness, I am the pathless woods the broken compass and the poetry lost in translation. I was the one you were seeking because I was seeking you. I was the wildfire that burned between us. ( Now ) I am the embers laying down in darkness. I am temptation, I am the raven. Poetry and Art © Gesso Cocteau
Avidity
Avidity Unfolding like an impression the idea I am holding onto as I disappear into consequences of thinking down into the deep. Entering and exiting the dream world finding myself within the trajectory of personal craving. These flickering lights no longer spell reality ____ listen I am ghost sleeping upon my heart, remembering words slipping off your tongue creating a dictionary of our need that moves me forward into an impression of a dream. ( walking toward you ) Scarlet dress with stygian folds and always the crows fly orbiting my eternity through the hallways of lost wisdom. ( as a consequence ) books on the shelves murmur to me with ancient craving turned into hunger. You said the female orgasm is a mystical moment connected to creation: I say you are my hidden secret, my oracle, my sagacious innamorato: I do not think of you as words without a body, I feel the carnal thread between our flesh, and any given moment has a multitude of views word after word I touch your pulse and find that place where your moans morph into phrases and we exchange hands for wings and fly too close to the sun. ( a pause ) (a dream ) I am alone looking for you between the hallways of enchantment In the midst of our affection for books and beneath the birds whose wings we borrow to bring us closer to this illusion we both love. For the man who weaves words ‘into the mystic’ ____ . ©Poetry and Art Gesso Cocteau 2023
'STRANDED HEARTS' HAS ARRIVED'
A poet can only give her heart away once, the rest is observation. Poets are right to assume that love is eternal, and in a world of temporary things love is the immortal human experience. This is the poetry that sleeps between our love. May we always be bruised by beauty and touched by angels, but may we also be aware of our demons and our shadows, for the heart can only love in truth and these are the ingredients of the human condition.
STRANDED HEARTS
SOON TO BE RELEASED - STRANDED HEARTS An Anthology of Love Poetry Written by Gesso Cocteau Illustrated by Pete Berg "Now I understand the secret of redemption, I will never forget you. We are forever stranded hearts _____."