hello world

here i am again
back home again.

i went away
with a smile on my face,
and never looked back,
felt no regret-
i left my poetry,
and my pain behind
to feel the thrill
of a new day,
of a new life.

but i am back again
for i am shameless.
like a dog on the streets,
i am here
in my gutter or misery,
and i write
to satisfy a hunger,
to bleed out
this festering sore in me.

(to no avail)

don’t be fooled:
i come back with no lesson,
no new knowledge…
with, at best, a new emotion or two,
to a house where i don’t feel safe,
where i don’t fell good,
but that offers me a roof
for me to lick my wounds.

dessert

i’ve been hungry, darling,
been starving,
avidly craving a bite
of your succulent body,
of your tender,
lush skin.
let me heat it up, honey,
slowly,
under and over,
let me cook
a whole feast!
let me dine you,
like a deity,
and mark you
with my teeth.

i’ve been thirsty, darling,
been parched,
wanting a drink
from your lips.
a deserted woman i am,
delirious,
so let me sip you,
guzzle you
like a fresh spring:
i want the gush,
to lick the sweat
from your neck,
and, with my mouth at work,
suck the sweet,
peachy nectar
of your juicy being.

eat the rich

come sit with me by the fire,
hold my hand
in your hand
in the darkness-
together, no one can touch us,
they won’t dare!
they can’t hold us,
or stop us
from roaming
and owning this whole wide world.
they can’t stop our love,
that is so pure
and so bold,
that is predestined,
star-crossed
and strong,
made to color this sky
with stars.
do not fret, dear,
do not fear.
rest your head
on my lap-
i’ll guard your sleep-
and dream knowing
that i’ll scorch
this earth
if they come between us,
i’ll protect you
and i’ll never, ever,
will let you go.

i’ll write you all my words until you feel good

i
jumped from a
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g
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i did.
i jumped
head first
into your warmth,
i faced my fears-
and i am
so grateful i did,
so thankful,
for now i,
before a dirty, rabid animal,
get to live
kept and loved
in the gentleness of your touch,
the softness of hug,
in the sunshine
of your eyes,
in the little dimples
of your smile,
in your ample, kind bosom:
right behind
your tender,
open heart.

these many months

honey
bunny,
i’ll give you
every cliche in the book,
every sappy
moment in history,
i’ll give you a love,
a hand,
a child,
a history,
a ring
at the highest altar
to rest, shiny,
on your finger.
and i’ll build you
a whole mecca
to worship
us.
i’ll give you
a roof over your head,
a safe space,
a warm embrace
and an endless ear
to your pleas,
the gold,
the silver,
a personal sliver
of sky
and all the stars
so you can call them
only yours.

i’ll give you all the songs
on the radio-waves,
every grain of
salt
in the sea,
every bit of me,
and my last breath
so you can breath.

for never have i craved
anything more
than the joyful,
bubbly sound
of your laughter,
the delightful glimmer
in your dark eyes,
the red plumpness of your lips
and of your hips,
your soft, supple thighs,
the gentle
shivering touch
of your fingers on my neck,
twirling the hairs there,
the feeling of
you and i-
the purest lovers-
pulsing vividly in my heart.

a monotone tale

sorry i could only love you
with my selfish heart.
i never meant
to snare you-
as my heart is small,
but not a cage-
or to entrap you
like a yellow,
sunny bird
just so, for my ears only,
you do sing.
i only meant to keep you close,
safe
and warm,
calm
and without fear,
to hold you dear,
close to my lungs
just so i can give you air
in case you can’t breathe,
just so i can you love you best,
and give you,
and only you,
all of me.

people person

please,
all i want
is pleasure
and peace,
a place
to put my head,
perhaps,
a partner,
a lover to be.
i want passion
and patience,
a simple person
that is poetic,
persistent,
and protective
of me.

bear with me

the water
that i fear
is cold.
into my insecurities-
a sea
of intrusive,
cloudy thoughts-
i go.

i can’t run,
i won’t run;
the best i can do
is take a slow dive.

seconds in one final hug

baby i know you shiver
when i gather my clothes
from the floor,
when i get my watch
from the night stand,
put on the ring on my hand,
and then kiss your mouth,
hand, and knees
just after the clock strikes three
after that recluse midnight,
when the bed is cold
after dark,
after i leave,
when we wait for the cab downstairs
and we rethink our days’ affairs
and all the inevitable ends,
and i know
that with the lights off
the tears fall,
unseen, unheard,
when it’s you and yourself only
and the bright screen of a phone,
and maybe a voice in the back of your head
saying that you are not enough;
but baby you are worth it-
anything and everything
under the sun-
and i’m sorry,
so sorry;
the sorriest i have ever been,
believe me.

blooming flower

i open myself
to the touch,
to the bone,
i let myself
be yours
for the forever moment
that is now,
this present
that is permeated by the warmth
of our conjoined hug,
inhabited
by future promises
that are just ours.
i open my mouth
then to disclose
what i want
in this very second:
to be kept
in your breast,
easy, and safe from harm,
to travel
in your whispers
to the whirlwind outside,
to people’s ears
and their eyes
until you are proud,
to be caressed
by your loud, grappling hands
and squeezed so close
so strong
so tight
that i
reconnect
with this long lost body
that i never really liked,
with my disembodied
soul,
with my safeguarded
heart-
that was hard
and buried
like a stone,
tainted with sin
and regret
and shame-
to feel desired,
and satiate my hunger
for your touch;
so i announce,
first in a whimper,
then bolder,
louder,
that i want
to find a home
in the softness
of your shoulders
and of your lips,
to nestle in your kisses
behind my ears,
and on my eyelids
until i’m old
and seize to exist.