If I Could

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If I Could

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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-

H.O


“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

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Image

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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-

H.O


“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

Embriaguez

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Embriaguez

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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.

Intoxication

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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.

H.O


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

Ethereal

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Ethereal

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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

H.O


“In this story

I am the poet

You’re the poetry.”

― Arzum Uzun

Tell me yours, I will tell you mine

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Tell me yours, I will tell you mine

(an alcohol induced fantasy)

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Fantasies mix well with Crown Royal

letting go of inhibitions, it feels fine

to watch you across the table enticing

desires driven by our mutual need

leaving love behind-

And I want to let loose and taste

what nature so well designed

on the curves outlining your dress,

to tell you how I could feed

those hidden fires you keep so well

from prying eyes-

Another drink to under-tongue wash away

the sudden thirst your body arise

for deep hard kisses,

for hands to find the tempting sway

of neglected flesh to bring alive

the sleeping nerves under your skin

and create a moment, for there is no sin

to bathe in lust when there is no love

and we both know we want to play-

H.O


“Good sex is like good bridge. If you don’t have a good partner, you’d better have a good hand.”

― Mae West

A Wishful Fit

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A Wishful Fit

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I could easily fit in your arms

your small frame to embrace my weight

on your pelvis, every thrust

pushing deeper where my lust

dissipates in the warm of your eyes.

And so easy getting lost in your shape

where desires running wild will escape,

do not blame me for craving

when I see that your gaze

unintentionally invites me to dream,

when could easily fit in between

the soft cradle of legs and plumb thighs-

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

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