Fashion

01\10\2014
Written by Daan Rombaut



Let Vanessa Matic take you on a summery journey with this poem

Vanessa_Matic_by_Sis_Josip
Painting by Sis Josip

Vanessa Matic blends poetry and short story in this piece entitled ‘The Creation of Adam’. Let yourself be carried away by our beloved wordsmith’s summery journey after the break.

THE CREATION OF ADAM

It’s past midnight, this is more fun than California in the spring rain, more luxurious than Parisian gold and macaroons, more wild and dirty than Berlin hinterlands. Your eyes all fixed inside this moment full of warmth and shyness with heat, the waitress swings and the night still sings. That white with red small stripes apron, small heeled white shoes, the polite petite attitude and the jukebox. Here’s those burgers and fries, I ordered a milkshake and pie, with a coke to standby. Coca Cola and cherry eyes, put one hand in my pocket with strawberry lips parted. Forget the world and sing a song I know no wrong. That shirt you wear you look so great, so damn great it is so hard to wait. It is dark red like vibrant hydrangeas.

And your look a setting sea, blue. Love vow to my stranger, nor I know you well or the danger. How distant the months like moths in flames disintegrated bodies with these lips that have no shame to say these daffodil lips can kill, yet say no word bitter or ill.

They say they do and they will Love you true. A hand in mine, a love too soon, a lobe to bloom, and cruise the astral body. You found me staring at the moon thinking it was the sun, hungover loosing balance a flood of rushing blood looking at my shoes. Black snakes, walking concrete down the street no worry nor care. For no thing fair. The stars all gone, they shine inside of you in the corners of your mouth and eyes, then I do too.. From staring at you.

Almost like that summer standing in Travessera de Garcia sick of being a tourist longing for a soul and mate. I lost my soul in the harbor in the sea, somewhere in Spain between madness, love, madness and love, and the dreams. It was like eating grapes too many of them, perfect ones. So sweet, too sweet, and bittersweet like rainbow tears with the setting sun all painted black. Then east to Horta-Guinardó looking for lands hilly and green. Hope to take you there my friend, will you land with me.. Shall you go on the darkness to find the light which is free.

Like a lantern we are waiting for fire its prey, eat desire and spend the night away. I long for you I look at you the most wonderful creature I have seen. You should be in a Jamie Wyeth painting and amazingly maybe like a metaphor with the way he painted a pumpkin man, you could have that same kinda charm. Like the branches of an old tree you grow on me, but I know you are not a tree just a man as simple as can be.. Will you be a part for me, a part I need, or parts I need. Pieces of puzzles I lost in a Baltic sea filled with wet lilies that carried away my entire summers sleep and drowned it in the colder nights of summers bliss. All with kisses and hugs crippled like us touching after fighting. Quarrels like the wind, my mouth full of it, my mind full of it, then clear, transparent..

My dear I am worried not for you tonight nor for myself, you can strangle what is left of an angel without secrets or sins for I have forgiven myself. I am not your Patron Saint or Delilah holding your locks. Look my darling, thank hell we found this diner open still after twilight and we are like a distorted Michelangelo painting reflected on wet rainy glass. Almost touching once again as The Creation of Adam, longing for the moment of lightening to strike me down once again.

– Vanessa Matic