The gates of divine immagination of love

The gates of divine immagination of love

 

I was holding a wish in my mouth one afternoon,

You wanted me to blow it in a flower.

Lights obscure the deepest corners of perception,

I shut my eyes to see better through my mind.

Hypno took my hand and I followed him behind.

I flew through the windows of immensity,

I reached the gates of the Pantheon,

I drunk and danced with the gods.

Hecate guided me to Cumae to visit the Sibyl.

She told me the story of two flowers,

She told me of the Fate and its power,

The experiments of the Parcae with botanic,

Of the incest they did with two seeds belonging to two different breeds,

One from Hispania and one from Ausonia,

Of how they turned a valley of mud and pain into the garden of Aponia.

At the end of her prediction, I left and walked to the sea.

Neptunus sailed me to the temple of Delphi,

Where Apollo was there waiting for my arrival.

I told him my story, he listened with great sympathy.

He put a hand on my head donating to me the sublime art of poetry.

Apparently for him, I deserved to know my destiny.

So the god of sun led me to the Omphalos,

The Pitia was ready to speak her prophecy;

"On a day of Saturnus, you met the cinnamon queen,

She has milk skin, blue sky eyes and a strawberry heart.

She is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen,

And from that night, neither distance or death will fall you apart".

Suddenly Cupido arrived from the sky,

He said we had to hurry up, there wasn't left much time.

He came to me and asked if I had that wish with me.

I thought of you, Laura, you are the one I most care.

Then everything went pitch black that I couldn't see.

I heard a noise like a knife cutting through the air.

Amor had fired me an arrow with his divine bow,

I took a deep breath and I started to blow.

The woman the gods told me, it was you I had no doubts.

Once my eyes were open, you were there infront of me.

I was sure that time, I had fallen in love with you.

You came into my arms, we stepped on a cloud.

You are the queen of cinnamon, I know it was true.

We stared at eachother that whole afternoon.

We played in the wind, we cuddled in the creamy light of the moon.

My eyes are the doors of happines, your eyes are their key.

Aphrodite lays upon us on your bed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[The Poor Man's Poet]

This is a good write, I like how you did this work.
Your title is what caught my eye.
thanks for sharing.

[Stephanie Marie<3]

This is very good. Well-written and very descriptive. I love it. I like how you use names and such to describe things!