Unknown Silence - Yeslin Escobar

AMBROSIA
Witness the eloquence of a miracle
Subtly transcend poetic form,
Blessed and adorned in ebony skin
Infinitely exalted in physical form.

The exotic rhythms caressing her voice
Compliments the forbidden dance floors within her eyes,
The exhalation of her breath...
The sweet fragrance of Heaven and Earth unified.

(She's) A mysterious Goddess
intricately crafted
Deep rooted like fertile locks
Enigmatically cascading from her mane,
(She's) Like fire roaring underneath purified rain
(She has) The moonlit face of a Lioness
Standing poised with strength untamed.

Diamonds and pearls-
Priceless precious stones
(Are) Organically grown from the depths of her soul,
Enlightened orgasms define her presence-
An onyx Queen...
Perfection upon the throne.

(She has) A hypnotic smile foretold from a fantasy
(&) Lips that capture the face of eternity,
(She leaves) Gentle kisses upon future memories
Through the visceral expressions of her sincerity.

(She's) Astrologically and spiritually hand-crafted
Intrinsically interlaced amidst Mother-Nature's elements,
...A body that exemplifies the secrets of the universe
And transcends "beauty's" most sublime definition.

Her aura emanates beyond immortality
This Goddess...
This Queen, who stands beyond words,
But if I had to describe such a phenomenon
I'd utter the thought...
AMBROSIAL.

(Dedicated to the Original Goddess) Manifested and born from the universal soul of UNKNOWN SILENCE
(Yeslin Escobar)

Ink—stains
Let me be the virgin parchment under your pen.
stain me with you—
with your secrets.
Erase the lines on my pages-
write outside my margins—
I beg you.
And Umm
please
make sure you have enough ink.
I surrender.

You are anticipated sound,
sundress gliding over ready flesh
seducing melodies in pregnant touches.
Birth your taboo's all over me
like hands on tribal drums-
Damn !-
there's rhythm in your penstrokes.
I surrender.

Lick my finger
so I can scan your table of contents-
fuck the index—
I yearn to ride your story line,
highlight pertinent excerpts from your captivating plot
& use my book light to disperse the shadows on your pages.
I don't want to wonder what's behind the titles of your chapters.
Feed me exclamation points!
Slow me down with comma's,
R—u—u—n—n o—o—n—n—n
s—e—n—n—t-e—n—n—c-e—s—s,
so erase the periods,
& let me add quotation marks to your dialogue.
I surrender.

I love your style of handwriting on me-
more intriguing than prison tattoo's.
Breathe on my manuscript
as my scrolls absorb the smell of you
like felt-tip pens held in one spot too long-
permanent stains.
Hmm
Yeah, I surrender.

Poems on your fingertips-
finger food-
dissolve in me.
Hints of you on my lips,
eyes close,
remembering you from tomorrow-
familiar beingness.
Let me inhale your question marks,
& spill sequel chapters.
I surrender

Unknown Silence (Sept T06)
Yeslin Escobar

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