That’s poetry by Stefan Maxima

 

 

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Give Me Your Hands And Close Your Eyes

Written: © Maxima

On tihis special day. The perfect sky, the morning blossoming with
fragrances of freshly bathed bodies, strong colognes and sweet perfumes, sleepy passengers reading their daily paper and cradling cups of cold coffee. Occasionally one could hear casual conversation, greetings and smiles as we boarded the tram.

I forgot my spiritual wanderings and half -nap at the sound of a divine voice. My eyes followed the soft chime to a beautiful smile and vibrant eyes, a face as sweet as a morning bathed in dew. I wandered between the seats until I found myself standing beside her, motioning at the seat next to her, I bravely inquired, “Is this vacant?”

There are a million ways to express a happy feeling, to engage in conversation, but I was so taken with this beauty I could not recall any…I sat quietly. She waited for some word from me, some simple word but it would not come… My mind searched for a gentle way to approach her. I wanted to say all the things storming within me but could not find the words I needed to connect with her. I feared we would part at our stops and never meet again…and me, so very in love, never dreaming that I would ever lay eyes on anything as beautiful as she.

 

The sun is high
A hot summer day
My desire walks behind you
Sun-tanned, smiling
It follows your steps
As hot as the sand
Under your bare feet
As you run, fresh and cheerful
Like those waves touching
Your knees
A colony of ants
Is heading home
I whisper to them
Do you see her beauty?
She is my happiness
I’m taking her home.

Passing Days


Written: © Maxima

Passing Days

And so the days pass
Some sad, sometimes ugly,
Some are joyous, Sun-drenched,
when you are smiling,
your eyes sparkling.
Some, like this day, are somewhat wistful,
wanting things to be the same
when we were captivated by the beauty of us,
our enchantment, hearts bursting…
sweet nectar of your lips on mine and our
love in every line of poems we wrote,
ah, the poet in us.
So today I bring her something sweet,
tonight I will mold our dreams with passion,
the tenderness that only I know she wants and needs.
The sweet way that I know it.
Let me sculpt the darkness with sighs and light
the night with passion, unleash the expanse of imagination,
light it with the flame of desire.

Maxima

To My Father

Written: © Maxima

To My Father

I visit my Father.,I can not stop the tears that fall from my eyes
as my hand gently caresses the marble stone
place roses there.

It’s early morning … mist gray spills upon this sacred place.
It’s as though you do not want to see me..
once again as in countless times, I come for your advice.

So many times I’ve needed your hugs, affection.
A kiss, and yes, even forgiveness.
I haven’t gotten that even though I wanted it.

They tell me how you spoke to me, watched me in the cradle,
curled in a blanket by the furnace.
Your eyes were sad, not knowing if you would see the sunsets
of that summer.

With the fall, you were gone.
Covered in leaves that you loved so much, your touch now
a whisper of memory. I let the tears flow.

Somehow I know you look down and cherish those who watched
over us, mother and me, I was just a kid, a young boy, your namesake
that I will never again hear you utter.

Sacred fire

Written: © Maxima

Fragrant night
Committed to you,
Love is poured on
White bed.
Soulfully,
Eternal skies
Mirror your eyes.
The room is bathed in
Magical smile floats on
My face…
Hot kisses
On my body, while
You knit an
Adriatic
Pearl collar.
Fragrant night
Committed to you,
The reeds were my dreams
On the morning bud
From our love.
I know it will sprout
New flower.
Can you hear it?
The evening echoes with
The choir of crickets
Chirping loudly
And you
You’re laughing at
Their funny solos
And attempts to
Top frogs’ croaks

Your hand is in my hair
Intertwined with happiness,
The breeze,
The moonlight…
Playful, it prevails
I love you

Bounty of magical dreams


Written: © Maxima
Here, where playful waves merge
with my dreams I’m waiting for you.
There on the beach of our unfulfilled dreams
I wait for you.
Sometimes we have quite the opposite views
but remember we will always find our way
back to the miracle of my hand in yours
the sweetness of your lips at my ear,
the miracle of love.
In my mind, my hand wanders the length
of your leg above the hemline of your
short pink skirt and like a playful kitty
you brush me away until the the night
finds us filled with desire and we merge
our gentle kiss of infinite duration.
I’m waiting for you,
lingering this bounty of magical dreams
Inside my mind…somehow I find you
in opium dreams of scented hair
braided with moon beams.
I LOVE YOU

Release your dreams to wander

Written: © Maxima

In a shiver of hearts woven
it is not a sin to succumb to
quintessence,
free your imagination
release your dreams to wander
the constellations that circle
lavender fields bursting with
fantasies of joy.
Let their seeds germinate in the
hearts of love, to be born, grow
into flowers of precious souls
where you, treasured flower,
flourish in the warmth of my love.
I love you