Poems by Margaret Kowalewska

 
Poem by Margaret Kowalewska
 
 
WHEN LIFE’S TEST SETS US FREE
 
No more pain
which you hide
when disguising
with your eyes
 
No more hell
storming you
with the tears
of the rain
 
Just the soul
of your shores
ploughing
salty river’s foam
 
in the rhythm
of my dawn
with pink lips
gasping sweetly
 
to unstitch
every rapture
every lust
every thirst
when life’s test
sets us free
 
© Margaret Kowalewska
August 1, 2021
 
 
When your blood of ecstasy flows in my veins
 
Share the wine of beauty
with me this once
And I will show you
something priceless,
the secret of intoxication
with life’s ecstasy
which you are not ready to unveil
with the hands of your dreams
but you deeply long for it
in your subconscious mind
in the layers of your heart
in the folds of your soul
where I hide my light
 
Drink with your eyes
the euphoria of charm
the scent of a rose
the expression of love
that you dream about
but do not dare
to open your numb heart
hurt many times
not allowing yourself
to feel bliss, divine
in the soothing darkness
of the bruised womb
of the night
 
Drink glistening dew
till you lose your breath
till your mind is gone
till you only feel
till you become I,
the essence
of a fragrant rose
travelling in your veins
to the paradise
of the afterglow
which you almost forgot
 
No more pain
which you hide
inside so well
No more hell
storming you
with the tears
of rain
 
Come with me
to the palace
of my dreams
where the suffering ends,
transformed to wonders
out of this frequency
 
Let the soul
of your shores
plough this salty
river’s foam
in the rhythm
of my dawn
with pink lips
gasping sweetly
to unstitch
every rapture
every lust
every thirst
when life’s test
sets us free
 
I have been waiting
so long
for the sign
from your lips
from your eyes
from your fingertips
shy to dance
the allegro of love
 
Let us melt
in togetherness
of the white sin
with the innocence
of two snowy swans
glazed with the fondness
of caress and
the moonlight shivers
found in-between
open thighs
of reveries
in ecstasy
which only gods
are allowed to feel
 
I kiss your eyes
with your lost dreams
form Garden of Eden shrine
the place where you loved
turning your breath
to the hungry flames
of passions craved
 
Your dazzling pen
spills ink onto my heart
It will live with
your blood in my blood
climbing our trance
Till it peaks
Till it glows
Till it moans
Till it bursts
into a thousand pearls
 
We will die many times
in the orgasmic realm
to be reborn each time
empowered with the sense
of hounoring each other
with a stronger love
 
© Margret Kowalewska
July 30, 2021

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