Imagination

 

Imagination

~

Maybe it is better not to know

taking shape in my mind I can draw you

next to me,

perfection simply known by desires

dabbed in colors sprung to life

on a way only I see-

Close your eyes,

can you feel my loving touch?

Gliding fingers past your breasts

every nerve asking for more

finding places deep within your core-

Close your eyes,

can you hear my shorten breaths?

Flaming slowly around your neck

while my hardness enfolds your back,

sometimes better to imagine than to see-

Close your eyes,

can you feel my weight on you?

Rhythmic cadence in between lodged

desires coming home,

lost in you,  bone to bone-

Close your eyes,

Can you love me without knowing who I am?

Every fiber of your body calls my name

for your skin to douse in passion

and set aflame-

–

H.O

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“There are painters who transform the sun to a yellow spot, but there are others who with the help of their art and their intelligence, transform a yellow spot into sun”

― Pablo Picasso

Cásate Conmigo

 

Cásate Conmigo

~

“Cásate conmigo” I whispered on your ear

It’s been so long my dear

since words I never said but meant

to hand you all the stars and take you away.

It’s been too long and only in dreams

you suddenly appear as beautiful as ever

so real the taste of that last kiss

still remains forever-

If I could just return and find your arms

flourished with promises left

abandoned words that never grew

when lives then drifted apart

and only turned into a dream

that haunts me at night,

I would then say the words I knew

were stuck inside my heart-

–

H.O

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“In my heart, I knew that only the lucky found that sort of happiness. And I had always run short on luck.” ― S.H. Kolee, Fated

Dissipates

 

Dissipates

~

She always leaves with a smile,

eagerly arrives dragging hope like a blanket

frayed and old.

Love dissipates with time I was told

and hers lacks the gleam of fresh start

feeling worn like old shoes that we keep in the closet

and we can’t toss away.

And I knew that such love wouldn’t stay

when it’s fine to watch flames from afar

but to burn in the blaze, that we need!

Because love without fire

becomes cold with no warning or sign,

just a glow in the distance

of the flares burning out over time-

–

H.O

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“I felt her absence, it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. You wouldn’t need to run to the mirror to know they were gone”― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

Looking (We go on)

 

Looking (We go on)

~

And I go on looking

for the one to touch places never touched before,

a hundred years of loneliness for one day in her arms

(a day in the realm of time another hundred years)

And you go on looking

for the one that holds the other missing part

and will chart all his dreams on a map of your heart

(only part of your dreams as you carry his half)

And we go on looking

never finding roads leading straight to each other

as we share the same sky and walk the same earth

(only twice, once for you and once for me)

our dreams run aground, our rivers run dry

our search for each other, no hello, no goodbye

parallel akin paths never meet one another-

–

H.O

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“I felt you before I knew of your existence, maybe it was a hint from the universe to continue on the yellow brick road, so when I would find you along my travels I would simply just know.”

― Nikki Rowe

Enredado ~ Entangled

Enredado

~

¿Por qué regreso a ese momento?

Una tortura recordar el sabor de lo prohibido,

un momento fugaz grabado en el libro de mi vida.

Porque nunca supe entender que las brasas del olvido

fueron llamas quemando entre las piernas,

y en aquel instante

con mis dedos buscando tus pliegues de placer

quería engendrarme en tu cuerpo y nacer

en tus sueños-

Me quedé atrapado mi amor en tu recuerdo

enredado en ese momento-

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Entangled

~

Why do I go back to that moment?

A torture to remember a taste of forbidden

a brisk instant recorded on my life journal.

Because I never understood how amber from the past

were ever fire burning between your legs,

and in that moment

with my fingers searching your pleasure folds

I wanted to breed myself in your body

bearing myself in your dreams-

I remained captured my love in your memory

entangled within a moment-

—

H.O

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“I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.”

― F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

To Burn

 

To Burn

~

Just wonder how bad it would burn

when I watch your skirt crawl up on your thighs

followed by the hunger hidden in my eyes

when you look my way-

And I wish a story in that frozen moment

to create the lines that would let me engage

your alluring sway,

but I know the sun in your body encased

would become too much,

wondering now then if I was to touch

how bad it would burn-

–

H.O

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“Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

Window Pane

 

Window Pane

~

Such cruelty,

Tantalizing toy in the window pane

and my pockets empty-

Time ran out of change to pay for a stock

in your heart of gold, and I go insane

when inside my mind I can almost taste

your delightful treats

while dying of hunger enchanted and dazed.

I can’t hardly stare if could only knock

and you look my way,

but this life so cruel and won’t let me play

only stare in wonder at the window pane-

—

H.O

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“But all these were things he could not want, because they were things he could not have, and wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness.”

― Cassandra Clare