Ophelia's Muse Poetry by Andrew Sandoval

Poison
by Andrew Sandoval

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There is no one like her.
It is all happening again
the desire to be death before knowing
she is not with me.

Daytime is fine, but night is pain.
It is crazy to chase after a married women.
I control my emotions and say, "no."

If she is not for me,
I will have many conquests to forget her
Anything to erase this feeling
because liquor is not working.
I am not insane.
It's all her fault.

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Belly Dancer
by Andrew Sandoval

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With a true smile
Her face gleams
Like the brilliancy
On her eyelids.

Her arms speak about Arabic history
With every turn
Of wrists and arms.

Every steep and thigh movement
Reaffirm the message,
And suddenly humanity has a chance.

Her hips conduct
The beat of drums
The clash of cymbals
And peal of bells.

A combination of strength
And the roundness of her belly and torso
Express fluidity and control
In every steep
Fertility, woman.

Silver jewelry on her waist,
A light purple bedleh
She uses to cover
And embrace her body
While dancing on petals
In a ritual of art.

With a sword in her left
And a vail in her right
She spins in a dance of
Death and bliss.

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Andrew Sandoval is originally from Colombia, and has been in the United States for the past ten years. He currently resides in Houston, Texas. Recently, he graduated from the University of Houston with a major in Journalism and minor in Creative Writing. For the past six years, he's been writing poetry. One of Sandoval's goals is to publish a collection of his poems. He works as an assistant teacher, and his other goal is to become a teacher. Sandoval's favorite poets are Charles Bukowski and T.S. Eliott. He considers Gabriel García Márquez to be one of the best writers of all time. Email Andrew Sandoval.

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