Iolanda Scripca Poet Ekphrasis

Transgender Secret

Female lips that don’t belong on me
Can anybody sense those colors are not mine?
I cry in blue, red , yellow twirls
just mutilating  body that doesn’t belong to Soul

Incarcerated in a breathing mask
I look at  YOU begging to see ME
As pupils burst the deepest love
Eyelashes can not  flutter free

So gracious Nymph approaching silent me
Those candid, open  lips Do belong on you
I grab my hands protective of the unknown
I’m just a paper mache… melting in the rain … 

copyright 2011
iolanda scripca

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Phyllis Babcock August 12, 2011 at 5:07 PM Congrats on your win in Nette's contest. love phyl soup mail

Nette Onclaud July 28, 2011 at 2:19 AM congrats on your top win my my contest! any new one,iols?? :) huggs, nette

Robert A. Dufresne July 24, 2011 at 5:17 PM ooo this one trenches deep! No wonder it is tops. Well done Iolanda and congratulations

Carol Sunshine Brown July 24, 2011 at 11:32 AM Congratulations on your well deserved win in Nette's "Mask" contest Iolanda. Love, Carol

John Freeman July 23, 2011 at 2:57 PM Iolanda, A pleasure to see your deserving poem honered in first. Congratulations. Agape, Moses

Carol Sunshine Brown July 14, 2011 at 10:21 AM Enjoying reading the very diverse poetry here today. I am happy to see you have shared a bit of your excellent writing with us today Iolanda. Heres hoping you have a wonderful day and wishing you the best in the contest. Love, Carol

Juanita Warden July 14, 2011 at 12:52 AM Interesting write here...good luck in the contest.hugs