We Are Delicious

I know love comes unexpectedly

and with long, sharp nails rips apart eternity,

with kisses, like the power of the sun

that bakes and cracks dry river beds.

I’ve seen love move sensuously or like an earthquake

that can make tall mountains crumble,

and huge skyscrapers tumble to the ground,

for love is sound and irresistible.

I’ve never heard of love obeying laws of gravity

and mouth to mouth, infinity rolls upside down

and I don’t care,

because I am of air.

I’m not the wind.

I stand beneath the sky,

And impatiently under the sun I spread my arms,

So I can then caress you with its warmth.

And you?

Are you are the sharp edge of the breeze that rips my flesh

to let the fragrance of your smile inside

and there wonder for miles?

Or, can you be the cloud that embraces the sky

to take us to a place so high,

that we can’t even see the earth?

In such a place we’ll find no earth, no moon, no sun, no sky,

far from the stars, eternal night,

where angels can’t provide heavenly light.

And since there’s no one in the universe tonight,

I’ve lit a candle,

and I’ve poured some wine.

I think you know when we’re alone we are delicious,

I think you know when we’re alone

we are the line,

that crosses through the oceans

somewhat vicious,

And all that we can see are shades of time.

C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 11 FEB 2020, Valencia, Spain

23 comments

  1. ourcrossings · 14 Days Ago

    Beautifully written poem, Francisco! Thanks for sharing and have a good day 😀 Aiva

  2. America On Coffee · 14 Days Ago

    I have just experienced the heart of a real outdoor’s man! A dynamic heartfelt write, Francisco!❤️

    • Francisco Bravo Cabrera · 14 Days Ago

      Hello and thank you! And yes, you’re right! A lovely statement that I greatly appreciate! Thanks

  3. short-prose-fiction · 14 Days Ago

    Passionate. Powerful.
    Somebody said once that if one looks from above one cannot distinguish between love and war. Of course, a metaphor. Yet
    “or like an earthquake
    that can make tall mountains crumble,
    and huge skyscrapers tumble to the ground”
    Sensual lines, and then
    “I don’t care,
    because I am of air”
    To me that sounds very interesting but it’s not about me here so I am not going to go into any details.
    The romantic setting is beautifully done here:

    “:I’ve lit a candle,
    and I’ve poured some wine.
    I think you know when we’re alone we are delicious,
    I think you know when we’re alone”
    It appears that the two lovers have an intimate connection – not in the physical sense – because of this line “I think you know when we’re alone”

    Moreover it’s not physical, or not physical yet because
    “we are the line,
    that crosses through the oceans
    somewhat vicious,
    And all that we can see are shades of time.”

    Excellent done. Have a beautiful evening in Valencia! Light a candle, have some wine… 🙂

    Abrazos, matador.
    G.

    • Francisco Bravo Cabrera · 14 Days Ago

      You have a unique way of understanding that is very precise, I mean that you reach the exact meaning… I’m ver glad you’ve liked this poem, it took a lot of work I’ll tell you and then it began to flow as if someone else was writing it. And yes, you’re right love and war are parts of the same puzzle and two things many have died for. In any event surviving both is much more thrilling. Thank you my dear friend it is really nice to read what you write.
      Abrazos de la noche levantina bajo la luna de Valencia,
      F.

      • short-prose-fiction · 14 Days Ago

        My pleasure Francisco. I’ll go right to this: ” I’ll tell you and then it began to flow as if someone else was writing it. ” You got it, matador. Although I suspect you must have known that before. It flows from a place that only an artist can touch right on her/his heart. From there it spreads on paper, on canvas, into the cords of the guitar. The birth of word, the birth of the color, the birth of the sound. The true miracle. Our answer as humans to the perfection of divinity. You are great.

        “And yes, you’re right love and war are parts of the same puzzle and two things many have died for. In any event surviving both is much more thrilling.” I can’t say I understand what it means to be in the mist of a war. Although I found myself once in a place where out of nowhere bullets from AK 47-s started to fly over my head. I saw people dying right in front of me. I am trying to do my best to suppress that memory. You survived. And boy, I am glad such a great artist survived.
        As for surviving love.. well, I’d better don’t comment on this.
        Talking about thrills: Add a line on that romantic setting: candle, wine, perhaps the shadow of a negligee, or the murmur of a negligee, imagined or real… and where is the scent of night flowers.? I am teasing you. Sorry about that. Your poem is really magnificent just the way it is.
        “Abrazos de la noche levantina bajo la luna de Valencia,” Thank you from the bottom of my heart for those words. They mean to me more than you will ever know.
        Buenas noches, Francisco.

      • Francisco Bravo Cabrera · 14 Days Ago

        Buenos días querida amiga, I know it’s very early in America and I would like to wish you a lovely beautiful and exciting day! You’ve described and interpreted my thoughts exactly… And yes, the scent of night flowers and the shadow of a negligee are definitely not expressed but perhaps implied? I cannot express how much your words mean to me and how much I love reading them and appreciate them. They are like a delicious meal that nourishes but also delights. Have a beautiful day and a great big abrazo from Spain, ciao bella y hasta luego

      • short-prose-fiction · 13 Days Ago

        Thank you for your lovely wishes Francisco. You work is fantastic. It deserves a lot of praise. Always a pleasure to read your poems and admire your paintings.
        muy buenos
        Gabriela

      • Francisco Bravo Cabrera · 13 Days Ago

        Thank you, Gabriela, as always, it is a pleasure as well to read your poems and your comments, which mean so much to me.
        Bon dia,
        F.

  4. At the frontiers · 14 Days Ago

    Delicious this is! The imagery in your poem is very powerful. I loved the following lines-

    “I am of air.

    I’m not the wind.

    I stand beneath the sky,

    And impatiently under the sun I spread my arms,

    So I can then caress you with its warmth.”

    Tu poesía es emocionante, me lleva a otra dimensión. Gracias por compartirla. Saludos!!

    • Francisco Bravo Cabrera · 14 Days Ago

      Hello and thank you! I am so happy that you have liked them and believe me, your words are heartfelt and mean a lot to me. Muchas gracias y te lo agradezco mucho,
      Un saludo,
      Francisco

  5. Judy Kim · 13 Days Ago

    Amazing poem, I love it’s sharp edge, very beautiful.

    • Francisco Bravo Cabrera · 13 Days Ago

      Hello Judy, and thank you! I am so glad that you have liked it! My greetings to you from Spain and all the best,
      Francisco

  6. tiffanyarpdaleo · 13 Days Ago

    Wonderful poetry Francisco!

  7. jonicaggiano · 9 Days Ago

    Really tantalizing and descriptive phrases about love. Beautifully written my kind friend. I love your song Blue by the way. Your images were so lovely as well. What a lot of lovely memories you captured. I really enjoyed listening to it last night when I was alone. Very talented you are with your paintings which I think are amazing, your music, voice and lovely prose. So glad you are using all your talents for it is a blessing to others. Hugs and love 💕 Joni

    • Francisco Bravo Cabrera · 9 Days Ago

      Joni, I thank you so much for your beautiful words, which mean so much because they come from a beautiful heart and a very talented and lovely person. Thank you, again and again!
      Hope you enjoy your Monday and always!
      With lots of love,
      Francisco

  8. erotismoenguardia · 8 Days Ago

    Lindo!!!

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