Haciendo Lazos

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Haciendo Lazos

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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.

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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

enmeshed,

haciendo lazos del tiempo

H.O


“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

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Lost Garden

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Lost Garden

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I still see you sometimes

wandering lost through my garden

gently touching the flowers found

among overgrown weeds.

With tender hands you pull the vines

to expose the beautiful petals

hidden undergrowth,

giving them light in  a profound

gesture of love,

spreading seeds

to continue the cycle of life.

I silently watch you from afar

trapped in your spell

following the scent in the air

diverse amid the roses.

Alone I will trace remnants of your touch

lingering in the flowers

a farewell

to dreams overgrown

in my deserted garden-

H.O


“Happiness will bloom

With fragrance and beauty

If you plant the seeds of love

With a deep driving desire

in the garden of hope

And nurture with tenderness,

Compassion, and care;

If you are always eager to share.”

― Debasish Mridha

Gravity

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Gravity

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Your magnetic field encompass me whole

my wandering planets orbiting your sun

all across our distance when you are to call

I’ll answer “of course” lost in the trivialities

of an everyday meager conversations.

And if you must know underneath my tongue

hide the other words I would love to say

when your look entices fantasies to play

captured by the gravity of your constellations

I would love to speak of what hides inside

all the dreams I harvest but I would denied

if you ask again I’ll answer “whatever”

while dying inside to tell you “forever”

H.O


“One rarely falls in love without being as much attracted to what is interestingly wrong with someone as what is objectively healthy.”

― Alain de Botton

Exhaling Dreams

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Exhaling Dreams

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I long for what you hold,

blossoming beauty tenderly displayed

in the garden you nurture so well

for tire eyes to rest upon a journey

to places they cannot tell

or understand-

And you offer warmth when it’s cold

and company to lonely hearts

and weary minds.

And if I was to kiss your soul

and find the intricacies within

or if I was to have all the parts

that makes you whole,

would I abruptly discolor your dreams

and make you trivial?

Thus I must watch from afar

and not blink

when I  fear I am losing myself

in the dreams you exhale

with your ink-

H.O


“He stepped down, avoiding any long look at her as one avoids long looks at the sun, but seeing her as one sees the sun, without looking.” 
― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

Tinged

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Tinged

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Envy with a shade of green lands

briefly on a bared branch

left exposed to loveless days,

stripped of flowers it sways

in the wind needing hands

to tender care-

Yours like wings

flew across my addle wants

when I yearn for the warmth

of the sun in your hair

to sprout love

like it blooms in your eyes

with a name not my own.

In disguise

my attraction won’t dare,

for a smile it is known

to grow hope

on a branch left exposed

to the winds of despair-

H.O


Your map

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Your Map

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I was following the bluish lines behind your neck

your moon pale skin became a map

I wished I could somehow traverse across your back

and follow paths that lead to heavens-

And then you smiled

like if you knew somehow I had

these thoughts in mind

while sitting close, so close behind

to smell your scent

and see the map so clear aligned

with bluish trails

I wished to follow across your back-

H.O


“Her skin is pale as watermelon sucked free of its juices.”

― Jaclyn Moriarty, The Ghosts of Ashbury High

Butterfly

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Butterfly

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Fleeting wish to capture and keep you

my beautiful butterfly

wild and free among the blossoms,

I dream to lure you away from a majestic life

into my eager hands

selfishly hiding you from others

to touch your wings

and smear your colors of desire

all over my soul-

H.O


“She is like a butterfly,

Beautiful to look at

But hard to catch.”

― Nikki Rowe