If I Could


If I Could


In her eyes, I could find such a warm

in a summer of wishes,

I could swim there for days and adrift

through the years meet my truth,

I could drown in her eyes and her youth

grant me eternity, precious gift

from the gods, like she is-

On her lips, I could easily acquire

on a taste of what heavens

an eternity of bliss

thus condemned to a desire

which I breathe like the air,

to be lost unaware

of the passing of time-

On her body, I could rest all my wants

every night to unravel

on her skin secret riddles

like an ocean her ripples

across wishes and fantasies travel

to the places her body

with my passion defined.

All of what in my dreams I may dare

an eternity of love I could find-


“I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.”

― A.S. Byatt, Possession


Haciendo Lazos


Haciendo Lazos


Me voy a aguantar la calma

y espero, y espero

porque si me desespero

se me revientan las ganas

de amanecerme en tu cuerpo

con mis brazos enlazados

entre tus piernas revuelto

haciendo lazos del tiempo.


And to wait in desperation

I’ll implode with all my wants

to wake up

entre tus piernas revuelto

for your legs will trap desires


haciendo lazos del tiempo


“Pero cae la hora de la venganza, y te amo.

Cuerpo de piel, de musgo, de leche ávida y firme.

Ah los vasos del pecho! Ah los ojos de ausencia!

Ah las rosas del pubis! Ah tu voz lenta y triste!”

“But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.

Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.

Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence!

Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!”

― Pablo Neruda

By the Shore


By the Shore


I will wait by the shore,

when you left all the waves disappeared

and the sand lost its joy and the sun became cold

while the winds pulled your sails far away.

Other lands get to kiss you today

other lives take you far from the hold

of loose dreams that you found in this place

where my love lives marooned

in the wishes I tossed all around

hoping hands such as yours

would caress what it found.

And I’ll wait your return

to feed dreams like you did once before

if a kiss from your lips meant to burn

and a look enamored

then forever I’ll look for your sails

while I wait by the shore-



“I thought of you and how you love this beauty,

And walking up the long beach all alone

I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder

As you and I once heard their monotone.


Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me

The cold and sparkling silver of the sea —

We two will pass through death and ages lengthen

Before you hear that sound again with me.”

― Sara Teasdale





Wild little things hiding under skin

waiting to be fed

starving in my loneliness

late at night in bed-

And they claw their way

digging deep within

for my foolish wants,

hungry little things will not go away

wanting to be fed-


“I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.

I want.”

― Sara Gruen, Water for Elephants

Wet Dawn


Wet Dawn


Early morning hours waking up

in the midst of a heavenly dream-

Was it you in my bed?

Spreading legs for my mouth to decide

where to kiss, where to taste

in delirious love making when I raced

to complete satisfied

with my tongue

in a desperate embraced

before fading away

in the approaching dawn-


“Fuck me,” I whispered, giving him permission, taking him into my flesh, a soft invitation to madness.” ― Emme Rollins, Dear Rockstar





But I dream of your image

distorted by the glass window

dashing across on your way to places

only in my imagination could follow.

My breath painting the surface

of the glass with secrets I swallow

with dismay, for you will never belong

to my heart in this reality,

nor will I ever touch your hair

the way the wind does in the misty rain.

And for you a moment not long

but an eternity in my despair

to taste this instance in time,

distorted by my longing your image

the only thing truly mine-


“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.

O, that I were a glove upon that hand

That I might touch that cheek!”

― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet





Another time, another place I could have love you,

stumbling into my life now too late, but knew

in one instance our paths were meant to cross.

Life has no measure of time, it solely goes on

without the passing of years or regrets,

just like my heart which sadly forgets

how bitter my reality and painful the loss

of possibilities with you, to belong

and your lips call my name, call me mine.

But no regrets in finding you now

for, isn’t life but a moment to moment?

Let me live mines under your shade then,

one by one saved in my heart to overflow

a life filled with drop by drops of you

until the end,  when we will fade

into another time, another place

where I could possibly meet you again-


“To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.”

― Federico García Lorca