Imagination

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Imagination

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Maybe it is better not to know

taking shape in my mind I can draw you

next to me,

perfection simply known by desires

dabbed in colors sprung to life

on a way only I see-

Close your eyes,

can you feel my loving touch?

Gliding fingers past your breasts

every nerve asking for more

finding places deep within your core-

Close your eyes,

can you hear my shorten breaths?

Flaming slowly around your neck

while my hardness enfolds your back,

sometimes better to imagine than to see-

Close your eyes,

can you feel my weight on you?

Rhythmic cadence in between lodged

desires coming home,

lost in you,  bone to bone-

Close your eyes,

Can you love me without knowing who I am?

Every fiber of your body calls my name

for your skin to douse in passion

and set aflame-

H.O


“There are painters who transform the sun to a yellow spot, but there are others who with the help of their art and their intelligence, transform a yellow spot into sun”

― Pablo Picasso

A Passing Sting

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A Passing Sting

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I regress, sometimes from love I feel the sting

of wishes lost between the sounds on cobblestone

with every step in darkest nights that took me away

so far away that only in dreams I may still cling

to hold you again, my arms forgetting you are gone

amid the sounds on empty streets in disarray-

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And I fall back inside these dreams to call your name

my tongue accustomed to the words so dearly heard

that I wake up my eager hands searching your skin

under the coldness of the sheets my mind inflamed

while I regress into the cravings so deep stirred

when in my bed from love I feel the passing sting-

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

Chasing Stars

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Chasing Stars

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If courage had to chase the stars

the ones that shoot across the skies

so fast that eager lovers eyes

will miss to wish upon once more-

If I could have as did before

when dreamers lands I traveled

I could then wish for you to see

how deep inside a look unraveled

my weaken dreams for evermore-

But gaining courage it’s often hard

no fairy tales of shinning knights

to conquest lands or touch a heart,

then once alone the cowards way

to wish upon in lonely nights

across the sky and so far away

for you to be my shooting star-

H.O

Dream

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Dream

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Raw instinctual desires pressing hard

in the early morning hours leaving traces

of a dream,

forgotten acts of pleasure dancing around

in my half asleep mind, unknown faces

in recurring images that seem

to revive my need for a touch

and the hardness of a body warm

under sheets to be found

by eager hands-

H.O

Before I Met You

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Before I Met You

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I dreamt of you before I met you

of pale white skin and thick full thighs

I dreamt of blue trapped in your eyes

and lost control around the curve

your lips would draw into a smile

the subtle laugh I much admired

that make me wish I could preserve

my dreams of you before I met you.

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H.O

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“Hold fast to dreams,

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird,

That cannot fly.”

― Langston Hughes