Author Archives: paraschivaflorescu

And in what places do I leave myselfblood river down my thighsbleeding my way back to full attention. I gather my legs back like two islandsdetached from the mother land. Where do I go when I’m not here? I remember running, that I can run yet chose to stay. Still, here, now, being nothing andContinue reading “sounds of dawn”

one morning I escape from my mother’s body – swiftly, through the narrow openings of my skull where there’s a parting of bones there is an opening here, I feel it with the red tip of my tongue; it sinks into the bloodied space of the gum, two teeth missing. in my palm, here theyContinue reading “portals”

I. in the light of the miracle phosphorescent dolphins diving beside the ship;our bodies are glowing in full congruencethe north star bears witness and guides our way. i wake, full of dreams at the foot of thresholdscrossing them, we are eager and full of awe.i hold on, your body my anchor, dark river in flowContinue reading “Seven vessels”

On the edges of change, these margins of leaving are tangible; unhurried detachment of shell from its warm insides, a gradual strengthening of where you end and I begin, no more indistinct boundaries of my body or yours.  Our home underground houses a bird of miracleher shadow stains your white clean walls; nevertheless, you feed her well and loveContinue reading “Birdkeeper’s daughter”

If you wish for the lightprepare yourself to receive it (Rumi) I dream of our boat-bodies reaching a sea of shellswe stick our soft earlobe into them to hear the song of homecomingtheir white boned crisp body of spiralhissing their sea song to us I dream again of Magdalene, we live on her streetpressed byContinue reading “Beginning’s Grace”

I surrender to the song, let it sing methe words write me nowmy body, soft clay in his handsI let him shape me as he pleasesthis night – a flower, opening budtomorrow, I am a shellvessel from which he drinksme I don’t pray anymoreinsteadI become moving prayer only lovers can understand these ways to danceContinue reading “Willow”

The deep earth speaks to me in tongues of fire, songs of burningI enter through the door of my bodymy umbilicus yearns for MotherMatterMamaMadre Arrive barefooted at the threshold of my skinand the world inside me spills through my eyeseager for the exteriorthe two tiny doors unable to contain the sea of my being TheContinue reading “truth in the body”