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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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

By the Shore

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By the Shore

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I will wait by the shore,

when you left all the waves disappeared

and the sand lost its joy and the sun became cold

while the winds pulled your sails far away.

Other lands get to kiss you today

other lives take you far from the hold

of loose dreams that you found in this place

where my love lives marooned

in the wishes I tossed all around

hoping hands such as yours

would caress what it found.

And I’ll wait your return

to feed dreams like you did once before

if a kiss from your lips meant to burn

and a look enamored

then forever I’ll look for your sails

while I wait by the shore-

H.O


 

“I thought of you and how you love this beauty,

And walking up the long beach all alone

I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder

As you and I once heard their monotone.

 

Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me

The cold and sparkling silver of the sea —

We two will pass through death and ages lengthen

Before you hear that sound again with me.”

― Sara Teasdale

This Ache

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This Ache

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You leave me dazzled lost in place

aching deeply for a life far from reach.

But the torture of this ache feels so sweet

like a drug needing more,

so much more to embrace

when I scream but yet discreet

keep the burning deep inside

while my heart wants to defy

spread its wings and simply soar,

take your name upon my lips

and call out loud

this ache for you that’s not allowed

but keeps on thriving.

H.O


“I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.”

― Sylvia Plath

TipToe

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Tiptoe

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I’m afraid to say love

but leave verses around like footprints

tiptoe steps late at night

searching far in my dreams for someone

at the end of this dance to reignite

what is left of my flame.

And then maybe this word I disclaim

will strangely part

from my tongue like a promise

and forever to hold without fears-

Maybe words are tattooed on the heart

in those moments we give

and they take what we have but the tears

leaving ashes behind.

But we learn to forgive

as we learn certain things to confine

to the verses you find

like footprints

tiptoe steps late at night-

H.O


“My ugly one, I love you for your waist of gold,

my beauty, I love you because of a wrinkle on your forehead,

love, I love you because you are clear and dark.”

― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

‘Tis Love

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‘Tis Love

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Describe to me what love should be

if what you seek is real

or only a ghost that haunts your dreams

in lonely nights.

What is it then that fills your heart

with so much hope for some ideal

stuck inside your puzzled mind,

when flesh and blood

is all we find

in fleeting ones that never stay.

So tell me then

if time is kind to promise more

than a brief smile,

wouldn’t you say

that love is all we ever known?

In lovers gone,

in tender hands and hasty kisses

or brief hellos

from strangers lips,

a casual touch from someone’s hand

that left a burn or left a scar,

for it was love

Wouldn’t you say?

H.O


“Maybe that’s what love is, I thought: it’s being pissed off.”

― Margaret Atwood, The Year of the Flood

A Wounded Bird

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A Wounded Bird

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Shapes of dark feathers perfectly aligned

against the sky marked a path south

where winter’s lips coldly kiss the clear night-

And your eyes tell me it is time

to spread wings and plan your flight

to new horizons where summer’s heat

will match your wish for freedom

while left behind in a drouth

of dreams a goodbye kiss-

And cold approaching fast reminds me

a promise made some time ago

when kisses fresh the excitement fed

in moments perfect for each other

and hoped my arms help you forget

a golden cage left open-

But now your eyes will look away

into a place your heart will hold

whereas my arms so frail and old

cannot embrace what you now seek,

so spread your wings

my wounded bird I will not speak

but let you go

to summer days awaiting you

while here I’ll stay in winter’s cold-

H.O


This poem was inspired by a dream. Dark hair tied into a bun, pale skin, pensive eyes she looked towards the sky where the birds flying south left a longing in her eyes. I knew then I needed to let her go. I woke up feeling sad with a sense of loss.


“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”

― Leonardo da Vinci