Flapping Emotions

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Flapping Emotions

(does it make a sound if no one to love?)

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If a story starts with hello, does it ends with goodbye?

What to do with the emotions flapping deep

in the chest like the clouds in the sky?

Clouds are close imitating the shapes

of lifelike, same as what’s in my chest

late at night imitating a love now long gone,

flying high when it feels it’s all wrong

for the emotions to keep

flapping fast in my chest

late at night, when reality escapes

drifting fast in my chest like a cloud in the sky-

H.O

Awaken

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Awaken

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Your gentle face fills me with possibilities-

It reminds me of sunsets and starry nights

of how fast my heart beats with a touch

of a hand or a look that incites

to want more-

And I attempt to remember the whys

I stopped seeking and eventually ignored

my far need to be love and the want

running deep in my veins-

Then I look at your face and your eyes

make me wish I could have it return

all my longing, somewhere it remains

buried asleep to be awaken

to the heat of your touch

that now burns-

H.O

Barren

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Barren

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And my life half composed left me barren,

love must sprout from the tenderness of kisses

and the softness of a touch-

Desolated once again my bed an island

in the middle of an ocean of desires

left untouched-

And I drowned many times in the flesh

of passing lovers,

and I burned in the flames of blazing fires

to be left once again lone and barren

in an ocean of desires

left untouched-

H.O

“And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness.”
― Sylvia Plat

Nested in Your Skin

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Nested in Your Skin

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Sometimes I wish I was again nested in your skin

and expressions could flow inside rivers of lust

caressing deeply buried fantasies lying dormant-

Other times I wish among my wants I could entrust

my heart in your loving hands, but to do so requires

to disregard an idea of me and a sense of you

letting go of imposed restrains and simply be-

Sometimes I wish we could be again defined as two

instead of one alone without another, to see

the want behind your eyes, the deep emotions

that rocked my nights knowing inside my heart

a life with you was not an end but a new start,

oh how I wish I was again nested in your skin-

H.O

“I am inhabited by a cry.

Nightly it flaps out

Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.”

― Sylvia Plath

A Passing Sting

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A Passing Sting

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I regress, sometimes from love I feel the sting

of wishes lost between the sounds on cobblestone

with every step in darkest nights that took me away

so far away that only in dreams I may still cling

to hold you again, my arms forgetting you are gone

amid the sounds on empty streets in disarray-

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And I fall back inside these dreams to call your name

my tongue accustomed to the words so dearly heard

that I wake up my eager hands searching your skin

under the coldness of the sheets my mind inflamed

while I regress into the cravings so deep stirred

when in my bed from love I feel the passing sting-

H.O

Castaway

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Castaway

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Shifting oceans of your body send me adrift

with every touch and kiss I could be lost

guided only by the stars in your eyes-

My desires look for shores on your skin

solitary islands to hide myself away-

I dream of being in your arms tossed

into the fiery waves of wild desires,

a perfect place to be your castaway-

H.O

Moments

Buried Skeleton Key

Moments

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We lived by moments hiding

in between smiles and looks,

your face pale like the moon

your smile brightest at noon

when we buried secrets in the sand.

We loved without haste riding

pleasure late at night when my hand

and lips soothed sunburned skin

under cool sheets,

tasting leftover saltiness

from a bed of grass by the farthest shore

where the waves meet the land.

And by moments we parted

with goodbyes each one less than before

forgetting how love taste

on sunburned skin

on a bed of sand by the farthest shore

 where we buried our moments in the sand-

H.O