In The Whirlpools Of Beauty Poem by Stefan Maxima

Written: © Maxima

Different from all the others
With the soul and heart that
Embrace poetry
When my lips
Touch her eyelashes gently
I’m at a loss for words
Which would describe
The power
The magic power I feel
As I disappear
In the depths behind them
One can drown
In the whirlpools of beauty
Her lips create
And just like that
I rush
Like a headless horseman
Into a scented blue night
My chest is swelling
Filled with primeval feeling
Of belonging to
The lavish poetry
Her lips write
My queen
Oh, my God
How much I love
The symbolism of her
Poetic prophecy
So many have been stunned
By this poem
We are not…
The curious and playful hand
Tenses the sails of
This eager boat
Let’s set sail, my beloved,
Towards the navel of the world!
Only sighs
Colouring up her face
Know the secret of
Our whispers with eternity…
And here I am now
Looking at some lost stars
Bathing in the blue reflection of a lake
And I rush to her arms