Habitual Phrases

Published December 15, 2011 by Malena

It rained on me today
I closed my eyes and played
I trusted my hands
to move away
As I envisioned my eyes
Playing in the rain

I forgot to drink my tea
That day
But remembered to drink the wine
Oh, how its liquid shined
The color rose
It held my grace
I trusted my hands
to move away
It tasted divine
As I played in the rain

See, love, do
You’re a big girl, you can do it
If you’re a good girl, you can have it
If you’re a bad girl, you’re restricted
Clinched, Pinched, Reached
With the palm of my hand I hold
The curves of my intimate wrist
A hand band the tenderness of my breast
It rose
Like the pure red petalled flower
of wine
A taste so divine
Inner tender wrist
Exposed for all to see

A symbol
The magic of a folklore ritual
placed to the side of my fertile parts
Energy released in place of my womb
My origins rose
To the highest parts of the sky
It rained on me today
I closed my eyes
And played

By Maria Grujicic

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8 comments on “Habitual Phrases

  • Thanks Tameka. :) Try playing both videos as you listen to the audio of the poem. Adjust the volume to the level you like. I hope to have my own music accompaniments to my poems one day, and look forward to learning about this technology. If anyone has any advice, let me know.

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