THREE

THREE

A Poem by Irma Chavez

It begs to be discovered,
Touching red hot heat,
Finger incites lips,
Whom sleeps within your skin.+

Blue vanishes through darkness,
Beckoning toward wreck+
Beyond cracks,
Vague, indirect.
Reaching far you sleep.

Madness rises from ashes,
Eroding deep slopes,
Revealing mountains,
Shaping cracked faults.

Slit opening earthquake!
but not from below;
carrying chariot
Air spirit descends.

Angled smooth planes,
Tucked corners,
great valleys;
All kissing her cheek,
Glowing blushing appears.+

© 2013 Irma Chavez


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Irma Chavez
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Added on June 13, 2013
Last Updated on June 13, 2013