Opal Moon: Poems by Leila Fortier

~Silver Tongue ~ Opal Moon~

Silver tongue and black tress~ A lock of arms & legs~ Ankles & wrists~
Slow motion sliding~ Slow colliding~ Still life hard beneath my
Hands~ My small, eager hands…Your brown and bronze
Of solid limbs~ Sun brazed sculpture emitting heat~
Holds heavy the slide of supple skin~ Cheek
 To chest~ Mouth to breast~ Grazing into
Knot and groove~ Silver tongue
 Neath opal moon~ Hungry
Mouths devour our lost
Forbidden words
Inhaling dusts
Of silence
~~~
~

~The Art of Disappearing~

It
Is within
Our vanishings
That we speak the most~
The inward conversations…This
Art of disappearing~ My contentment
Lies within the very act of missing you~
It is within this exaltation of longing~
Deep into our waters imaginings~
The delirious pining over
Tender unspoken~
Here, where
Waters
 Part
Like my
Thighs wet with
Waiting~ The notion of
Delicate tracing~ Thoughts and
Feelings~ Of what are you touching~
And who is touching you~ There is no
Lack of loyalty within our effervescence
And soft invisible tides~ For vanishing
Is no calculation~ Our spontaneous
Rhythm cries within its muted
Pulse~ Disappearing into
Exhilaration~ Into
Milk white
Silence
~
I
Am
Merely
Meditating the
Next speechless moment~
I am harvesting the next feast~ Where
~Each time I return~ I shall pour for you new wine~

~Uncertain Eternity~ 

Cast into endless space where my whispers fall into the spiral void of your
Backwards heaven~ Your charred meanderings
Take refuge on my tongue~
 I savor this stale
 Against my
Wet ripe
This
Salty-sweet
Washed viscosity~
None know your reserve like
The burgundy of my love~ Aged and
Aging yet timeless to taste~ I drink from
Your chalice of abstract Truth till I am drunk
With possibility and absent of rhyme and reason
Stumbling and tumbling upon your white cottoned
Breath~ To your dew strung misty morn~ I slumber
In this spin~ Head throbbing in your absence like
A sledging hangover~ Awaiting the silent invite of
Your next communion~ The abundance of your
Overflowing empty…Yet all the while this
Aftertaste of your uncertain
Eternity remains

~Undefined Ecstasy~

And
Then came
The pang of your
Absence…I wanted this,
Did I not? To wrestle in the void
Where your arms could not reach me~
I wanted to be wasted on my single breath
Seeking the tongue that licks a fresh page~ I
Longed to wander desperately lost~ To plead
With you in silence~ Telepathic conversations
Do not stop knowing me, love…Oh’ cease
Not knowing me in this sea of the
Unexplained~ For death
Always comes
With the
Blow
Of
Explanations
We unspool ourselves from
Unanswerable questions~ Knowing we
Must lose ourselves to find one another~ In perpetual
Resurrection we merge~ Into the elucidation of undefined ecstasy~

~Vacillate~

Do
We not
Vacillate this
Way? With frequencies
And undulations~ Rhythms and
Crescendos~ Drawn to contrasts of
Bitter and sweet~ The obvious pinned
Against the un-obvious~ We swing vine
To vine from absence to abundance~
Wringing the essence from
Ecstasy in sleepless
States~ We
Want
To
Drink
Slowly after
Plunging fast~ Running
In slow motion~ This is how you
Always come to me~ Silent amidst the
Clamor~ Speaking with steady eyes and
Evaporation~ Making music between
Our spaces~ I have no care for this
Circumstantial world~ I was
Not born from here~
We burrow
Into
The
Spaces
Of our creation
Leaving memory at bay
Teasing with the tongue of polarity
~Because there is nothing more delicious than wanting~ 

 ( And so we vacillate ) 

Leila A. Fortier is a poet, artist, and photographer currently residing on the remote island of Okinawa Japan. Her poetry is known to be a unique hybrid form in which her words are specially crafted into abstract visual designs, often accompanied by her own multi-medium forms of art, photography, and spoken performance. Much of her work has been translated into French, Italian, Spanish, Arabic, German, Hindi and Japanese in a rapidly growing project to raise global unity and understanding through the cultural diversity of poetry and literature.

Her work in all its mediums has been published in a vast array of literary magazines, journals, and reviews both in print and online. She has appeared in several books, anthologies, and freelance publications. In 2007’ she initiated the anthology A World of Love: Voices for Carmen as a benefit against domestic violence and in 2010’ composed a photo book entitled Pappankalan, India: Through the Eyes of Children to benefit the education of impoverished Indian children. She is also the author of Metanoia’s Revelation through iUniverse.

A complete listing of her published works can be found at:  www.leilafortier.com