Briefly

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Briefly

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In those brief moments

my universe expands at the speed of light

your eyes become stars and your mouth planets

your face becomes the sun

that attracts and ignite my wandering desires,

and I’m hopelessly lost.

H.O


“Love must not entreat,’ she added, ‘or demand. Love must have the strength to become certain within itself. Then it ceases merely to be attracted and begins to attract.”

― Hermann Hesse

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Mundane

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Mundane

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I felt mundane my hands lacking the silkiness

of clouds deserved by your body,

earth crusted nails selfishly adorning the stroke

of fingers across your chest, it was a sin

to engulf your flesh so pure and soft

with time rugged lips that spoke

of love, like language was a way

to capture your lust forever mine,

to make those nerves along your spine

with inebriated spasms to remember

how once my hands and lips

engraved a moment on your skin-

H.O


“I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.”

― Pablo Neruda

A Place on Your Skin

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A Place on Your Skin

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I seek a place on your skin to hide desires

naked dreams shy from others to see

the folds around your neck in dire need

for lips to bury deep until they melt

and disappear becoming one-

A place between your breasts my lust

to keep away from prying eyes

when late at night it wakes and rise

on black smooth sheets to keep it yours

when yours become after a while

of hiding deep underneath your skin.

And thus a place between your thighs

to keep my secrets and my needs

secluded far from daily life

from all to feel the burning heat

your skin would shelter every night

and only you could safely ignite-

I seek a place on your skin to plant my seeds

of love and lust that hide between

the words I write,

and only you could safely touch

once tucked away beneath your skin-

H.O


“I loved you with texture. You loved with a softness. Texture brought detail, softness brought folds. Folds brought creases and creases had secrets.”

― Dominic Riccitello