hearts
how can i
weaving how many loves
as you
weaving how many hearts
of women flowing through your arms
naked in your hands
how many like me
with the summer wind through their hair
and their wild sweetness
you are my only love i want to say
but how can i
someday cannot come
cannot come soon enough
someday cannot come someday
in the times of my hearthow can you not know
not know
how days you are here
your hands caressing my body
how i forget even my name
floating on the little clouds
in your eyes
on a someday cloud
as you
weaving how many hearts
of women flowing through your arms
naked in your hands
how many like me
with the summer wind through their hair
and their wild sweetness
you are my only love i want to say
but how can i
someday cannot come
cannot come soon enough
someday cannot come someday
in the times of my hearthow can you not know
not know
how days you are here
your hands caressing my body
how i forget even my name
floating on the little clouds
in your eyes
on a someday cloud
and this is not a poem
of regrets
as i regret neither you
nor my love for you
i know i am somewhere under your skin
under your nipples
brown from sucking
and it is beautiful it is
to feel your heart beat
in the rustling of the night
to give my trusting mouth
over to you
honeyed by words dancing
on your lips
honeyed by words dancing
on your lips
holding you
do i not hold the world
sometimes life is simple
sometimes life is simple
that is all there is to it
there was in solferino
a heart of gold glass
i bought
take it from my hand
shall i tell you
i have a scar that matches yours
under my skin
it is where my heart beats
for you
michele voltaire marcelin
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Michèle Voltaire Marcelin is a poet/writer, performer and painter who was born and raised in Haiti, sojourned in Chile, and currently lives in the United States. The publication of her first novel “La Désenchantée” (CIDIHCA, Montréal-2006) was followed by its Spanish translation “La Desencantada” and two other books of poetry and prose: “Lost and Found” and “Amours et Bagatelles” (CIDIHCA, Montréal-2009) - translated into Spanish by Editorial ALBA as "Amores y cosas sin importancia" - all of which garnered rave reviews. Her writings are also featured in 3 anthologies published in France: "Cahier Haiti" (published by RAL'M-2009), "Terre de Femmes" (Editions Bruno Doucey-2011) "Revue Intranqu'îllités" (2012). She speaks and writes fluently French, English, Spanish and Haitian Creole. She has a BFA from the Leonard Davis Center for the Performing Arts at CUNY and a Masters from The New School for Social Research.
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