Short Cornelia Poems

She woke up
The bitter remnants of the past 
swirling in her mouth
eating her words
in a sulphuric acid brew
She woke up
and spat them out
before they charted a course to destroy
all she still knew
of the truth

© Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel...

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Alta Luna,
my gentleman caller in the night
Ahhhh, yes
He’s making eyes at me
Sending showers of midnight winks
that melt the stars into my eyes
Tall and handsome
perfect to lean my ladder up against
And climb up to Mi Amor
Let me in 
and let me kiss you
Good Night

 © Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel 2015...

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Caught behind barbed wire
Tangled in a child's shame,
old regrets and fears
We sometimes pierce our souls
in the death grip of our love offerings
Delightful wild-flowers
clutched in hopeful fists
Thrust out from our shadowlands
to be caught by understanding hands
How achingly beautiful we are
in the presence of their tender
and fragrant significance

© Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel...

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I was the kind of girl 
That wore a woolen scarf
Like a strand of pearls around my neck
And you were the kind of guy
that couldn’t resist pulling me into your chest
by the dangling knitted tails of fuzzy plaid
So when I landed 
on the broad landscape of your coat, that smelled of Winter
I couldn’t remember a thing
Except perhaps that in your eyes
I caught a glimpse of a glorious Spring

© 2015 Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel...

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Be the hero in her Empire
Topple her throne
Capture her desire
Claim her crown for your own
Crush her pearls
And devour their dust
Let your lips tell her stories, of both love and lust
Wander slowly through her flowers
Breathe deeply of their perfume
Collect her petals in your chalice
Let them fill every inch of your room
And when next she is ravenous under starlit skies
Be her pilot, on your voyage to the Moon

© Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel...

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Love is not one-quarter note
It's a violin concerto set on fire 
Played to a table for two
It’s not half-assed
Or half-baked
It’s the 3 inches thick 
finger licking frosting
with a cherry on top of my cake
It's full tilt 
Take a chance
Raw 
Messy
Hard
Bend over backwards
Give it all you’ve got 
Show me the damn cards
Risk layin' um down
Win or lose
Dare to feel alive 
Put your heart in gear and drive
sort of love…
Yeah, that kind

©~Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel~...

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