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

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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

Home

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Home

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Have you ever seen across the distance and far away

a place you feel could be your home?

Your eyes today became that place

but far they seemed like strangers land,

your eyes, your lips, your tender hand

to build a shelter for my soul-

And I contend to see you across and far away

your skies so clear your oceans sway

and call me softly to swim across,

to plant your earth until I’m old

and build my home

between your arms to safely stay-

H.O

“Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.”

― James Baldwin

Midnight Skin

Midnight Skin

Midnight Skin

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Midnight stuck to your skin-

I remember the softness of kisses that lasted

to the taste on my tongue which contrasted

with the taste on your breasts of perfume,

like a dream I remember our moment a such

when at times if alone I can still feel the touch

of midnight on your skin,

and I’m doomed-

H.O

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

― Friedrich Nietzsche

“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

Still

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Still

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If blind I was I still could see

your image burnt in places

that haunts me every night,

your face becomes the sight

of dreams my love yet chases

your smile perfectly bright

if blind I was I still could see.

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If deaf I was I still could hear

your voice so deep within

a melody that’ll never die

in bed my sweetest lullaby

to take my heart into a spin

a sound no silence could defy

If deaf I was I still could hear

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If mute I was I still could say

within my dreams your name

to give it wings and fly so far

the silent sound around a star

flying above a burning flame

your name inside my heart

If mute I was I still could say.

H.O

Thirst

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Thirst

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Is it wasted love with no direction doomed

to cease the beat of aging hearts?

Neurons flooded with kisses left in memories

broken through years with many parts

scattered all around-

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And years of being alone I found

the need to touch and hold

remains the same as we get old,

a lonely art of dreaming up

such moments past-

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If in my heart a need to love could last

to beat along another one ‘til then

when life no longer left

to feed a dying breath,

at last is worth to love again!

H.O

“Pressing hard against her mouth

rainfall of kisses after long drouth,

her thighs flaming with desire

I must burn in everlasting fire”

I Never Learned

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I Never Learned

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I never learned to love

the way you wish I loved you

like flowers kissed by morning dew

to kiss the same I never knew,

like roaring waves caressing sand

I never learned to hold your hand

the way you wish I held you-

And like the sun so hot and bright

to keep you warm through the night

I never learned to do it right

the way you wish I kept you-

H.O