Awaken

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Awaken

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Your gentle face fills me with possibilities-

It reminds me of sunsets and starry nights

of how fast my heart beats with a touch

of a hand or a look that incites

to want more-

And I attempt to remember the whys

I stopped seeking and eventually ignored

my far need to be love and the want

running deep in my veins-

Then I look at your face and your eyes

make me wish I could have it return

all my longing, somewhere it remains

buried asleep to be awaken

to the heat of your touch

that now burns-

H.O

Nested in Your Skin

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Nested in Your Skin

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Sometimes I wish I was again nested in your skin

and expressions could flow inside rivers of lust

caressing deeply buried fantasies lying dormant-

Other times I wish among my wants I could entrust

my heart in your loving hands, but to do so requires

to disregard an idea of me and a sense of you

letting go of imposed restrains and simply be-

Sometimes I wish we could be again defined as two

instead of one alone without another, to see

the want behind your eyes, the deep emotions

that rocked my nights knowing inside my heart

a life with you was not an end but a new start,

oh how I wish I was again nested in your skin-

H.O

“I am inhabited by a cry.

Nightly it flaps out

Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.”

― Sylvia Plath

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

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”

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

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