Whispering your name

on butterflies wings my thoughts fly

through a dusty window-

And what is it you became

since that first word kissed by your hands

found its way to this weary heart?

I dream of you

my precious unfulfilled wish,

pendent desires looking for a home

in faraway lands

where your smile feeds my streams

of loose emotions-

Will you think of me tonight?

Concealed dreams

finding a way to your pillow

with restless hands

fantasizing a touch to ignite

on your skin small implosions,

while your lips quietly tremble

whispering my name-


“I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.”

― Jeanette Winterson


Frost and Fire


Frost and Fire


And then I wonder

how it is possible you are like snow

but burn much hotter

than what I’m made

of sand and sun,

to adore the flakes of winter storms

and radiate light that shifts and forms

my salty dreams

of pale white skin-

And how you hold a winter heart

that doesn’t melt with all the heat

burning within,

and then I wonder,

if we are extremes

and our lives so far apart

why do I seek a northern star

to shine on me the brightest light,

and crave your lips of crimson red

to burn a path where winter meets

my summer wants across my bed-


“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”

― John Steinbeck





There is a spell I cannot break

or want to-

Unraveling thoughts weaved

in the fabric of who I am,

an idea transformed into an image

of who you are outside

while I hold my own

of how I see you inside.

There are no answers known

to explain this magical link

of longing across your ‘verse,

this aching feeling so closely tied

to the words and the ink

of your inspiration-

And how it will break

this passing yearn to be deified

by your mind and heart?

You are but a ship sailing away

while I’ll remain stuck

by the waves on this shore,

alone to dream and quietly adore

every moment and gesture,

every word that permeates

all my longing

with a spell I won’t break-


“I will show you a love potion without drug or herb, or any witch’s spell; if you wish to be loved, love.”

― Charles Lindberg

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





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





Si me miras de una forma, me enloqueces

si sonríes de momento, me estremeces

cada gesto me desborda mis anhelos

como vino entre mis labios tú me embriagas

con miradas y con gestos-

Y en las noches tu mirada en mis desvelos

me persigue y me roba la cordura

mis deseos una locura

pues tenerte serían sueños

y tocarte en desesperos

cuando el tiempo se me agota.

Dime entonces niña amada

si carezco de tus gestos y sonrisas

y me enfrento a mis días sin empeños

¿puedo entonces liberar mi corazón?

Tu no entiendes que en mi mente la razón

ha perdido cuando puedo entonces verte

y tus gestos me desbordan los anhelos

y tu sonrisa me estremece el corazón.



Certain way you look at me, it drives me crazy

if you smile all of the sudden, it will shake me

every gesture overflows my constant yearning

like red wine between my lips you intoxicate me

with every look and every gesture-

And in nights your look awakens

it will follow and rob my sanity

crazy notion my desires

for to have you only a dream

and to touch you a desperation

when my time becomes exhausted.

Tell me then beloved girl

If I lack your smile and gestures

and face my days without persistent

Could I then break away and free my heart?

You don’t know how my mind loses reason

when I’m still able to see you

and your gestures overflow all my yearnings

and your smile trembles my heart.


Please forgive me for the lack of flow in the translation. Strange how the brain cannot translate the emotions-

“I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.”
― Sylvia Plath





I’m stranded in your words

willfully suffocating ‘tween the softness

for I hold my breath with every rhyme

and feel my pulse race to the finish and climb

every nerve along my body.

May I call you mine?

Only in dreams will I ever find you,

your shape unique among the shadows

that plague my restlessness.

I beg you, let me follow

the traces of love left behind

by your heart sad and broken,

let me patch every crack with my words

when the verses are spoken

in the sound of the waves by the sea-

And I promise eternity

only in words may again live forever

in your hands if you knew

all the beauty I sustain deep within.

Let me laid by the warm of your hearth

I will silently watch you

catching dreams dropped neglected

by your hands smudged with ink.

Let me stay by your side for a moment

and I promise eternity

in the waves roaring loud in my oceans

amidst winds blowing hard to the south

 across skies painted blue


“In this story

I am the poet

You’re the poetry.”

― Arzum Uzun