Dissipates

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Dissipates

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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


“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

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Looking (We go on)

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Looking (We go on)

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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


“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

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Enredado

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¿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-


Entangled

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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


“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

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To Burn

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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


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

Window Pane

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Window Pane

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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


“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

Envejecer contigo (Grow old with you)

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Envejecer contigo

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Quisiera envejecer en tus ojos

el amor colgado en las pestanas y despertar

con el sol en tu cama y mis brazos en tu cintura,

cuanto quisiera mi amor envejecer como pintura

que tus manos han creado colgada en las paredes

de recuerdos vivos, mientras en tus ojos envejezco

tiernamente, el sabor del goce salvaje escondido

entre las arrugas que tu tocas creando música

en mis oídos, mientras envejezco contigo-


Grow old with you

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I wish to grow old in your eyes

love hanging from your lashes and wake up

with the sun on your bed and my arms on your waist.

I wish I could my love grow old like a painting

created by your hands hanging on the walls

of our memories while in your eyes I grow old

with tenderness, the flavor of wild lust hidden

in between wrinkles that you play creating music

to my ears, while I grow old with you-

H.O


“Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, ‘A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!”

― Robert Browning

~Longing~

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-Longing-

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When I look at you pass by

my emotions flutter wildly within its cage

waking up wants long ago tamed-

And I crave to feel your mountains and streams

by a stroke of time forged and shaped,

the rubbing of naked skin inflamed

smooth with lustrous sweat, and I

eager to ride my desires with no saddle

trotting gracefully when you straddle

a moment and stir up my dreams-

H.O


“I will bathe in your warmth ma petite. Roll you around me until my heart beats only for you. My breath will grow warm from your kiss.”

― Laurell K. Hamilton, Burnt Offerings