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New Poems
by Blanca Alicia Garza



Hush Love


Hush love... don't say a word,

just let your hands speak for you.

Softly run your fingers upon my skin and erase all the traces left upon me.

Can you feel my wounds, my pain?

Work there a little more and you'll feel my heart racing with your tender touch.

Hush love, you don't need to speak at all,

leave angel kisses upon my thirsty soul.

Erase me completely, make me anew,

leaving your prints as tattoos that will remain forever in this starving heart.



a line, (a short blue one)




If my hands could

touch your body

like my words have

touched your heart,

I could write a love poem

while running my fingers

through your soul.

The most beautiful poems

are not written on paper but,

rather traced upon the

contours of the skin,

and read through whispers

and moans making even the

Moon blush.


(Initially published on Raven Cage Ezine)



a line, (a short blue one)


A Lonely Night


A lonely night

looking at the moon

through my window,

It's dark, but she shines

like never before.

A glass of wine in my hand,

but the other is empty,

empty as my heart without him.

Through the moon

I sent him my love,

through the breeze

a sweet and tender kiss.

Despite the distance

we are looking at

the same moon,

like two hearts

beating in one soul.



a line, (a short blue one)




I am rebuilding my wings

to fly high as a Raven

in the moonlight...

I am a free soul;

never to be caged.

I am like lightning and

I can burn you,

as a hurricane building

under my skin,

I can destroy you.

Follow me down the

path, but stay close,

it is dark and you

might get lost, and

I do not wish to

hurt what I love most.



a line, (a short blue one)


Winter Night


Sleepless on a

cold winter night

wondering if your

hands can touch me

like your words did,

if with every touch,

every whisper, every

caress you could

feed my starving soul.

The thought of your

fingers running through

my skin awakens the

wild woman inside of me,

blowing my imagination

and making my heart

beat fast, but it's

just a thought, maybe

just a beautiful dream

on a cold winter night...

when I look beside me

I just see an empty space,

and that shreds my heart.



a line, (a blue one)


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