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


Haciendo Lazos


Haciendo Lazos


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.


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


haciendo lazos del tiempo


“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





Another time, another place I could have love you,

stumbling into my life now too late, but knew

in one instance our paths were meant to cross.

Life has no measure of time, it solely goes on

without the passing of years or regrets,

just like my heart which sadly forgets

how bitter my reality and painful the loss

of possibilities with you, to belong

and your lips call my name, call me mine.

But no regrets in finding you now

for, isn’t life but a moment to moment?

Let me live mines under your shade then,

one by one saved in my heart to overflow

a life filled with drop by drops of you

until the end,  when we will fade

into another time, another place

where I could possibly meet you again-


“To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.”

― Federico García Lorca





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

In Search of a Lover


In Search of a Lover


I need to find me a lover

before this burning passion

will dry and disappear

and fingers lose a need

to touch her skin at night

and lips forget the taste,

I need to find someone

to tender my desires

and help me to retrace

the love I lived before,

the one sometimes I write

in verses to replace

this need to find me a lover,

someone who when comes near

her touch will light the fires

that time just turned to embers

and skin so much remembers

how much I need a lover-


“The minute I heard my first love story,

I started looking for you, not knowing

how blind that was.

Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.

They’re in each other all along.”

― Jalaluddin Mevlana Rumi

Lost Garden


Lost Garden


I still see you sometimes

wandering lost through my garden

gently touching the flowers found

among overgrown weeds.

With tender hands you pull the vines

to expose the beautiful petals

hidden undergrowth,

giving them light in  a profound

gesture of love,

spreading seeds

to continue the cycle of life.

I silently watch you from afar

trapped in your spell

following the scent in the air

diverse amid the roses.

Alone I will trace remnants of your touch

lingering in the flowers

a farewell

to dreams overgrown

in my deserted garden-


“Happiness will bloom

With fragrance and beauty

If you plant the seeds of love

With a deep driving desire

in the garden of hope

And nurture with tenderness,

Compassion, and care;

If you are always eager to share.”

― Debasish Mridha





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-


“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