Sunday word hunter

  • Sunday word hunter,  To beloved ones

    Kaboom

    Precisely, on these kind of times I do, I do regret losing you. But then I think and believe it was the best, so you wouldn’t end up hurt. I had to release you from my curse, my stupid mouth is the princess of kaboom. I don’t need to tell you, for you know already as much. I can’t bear myself, cause I can’t hold my mighty stupid arrogance. I so hope you grew tired of me, leaving to fly in those fine feathers. I witnessed, ruffled in the wind, soaring the beauty of hard earned skills. Pure delight, your colours in my mind. Fair lines.

  • Sunday word hunter,  To beloved ones

    Where from

    Where has this fire come from? It’s percolated subtle, In the warm blood of spring rains. Unconscious camouflaged and unnoticed. Where does this noise come from? Disharmonious; Your tell-tale voice of sweet, unlikely twit. It came like death. Latched on to me; Becoming true, Certain with tik-tak as time. Not even now I suspect myself diseased. Flooding of space; My time submerged in countless but gradual signs; Silently walking in a dainty smell of familiarity. So was liking you, Like night tide; Slow but sudden. An unexpected pool full of me, falling in love. Faded in love. Where from Where has this fire come from? It’s percolated subtle, In the warm…

  • Sunday word hunter,  To beloved ones

    Upon fire

    Desire spreads in breathless seconds, It is just inequitable, to say I’m sinking in love. For it’s just kisses,  randomly popping as I fancy. Any person, anybody. Quietly…anyone around could be….. wishing to be involved, anyone, anybody. A hand on mine, some light lip brushing, anytime. Until the reason chickens, chickens out. Since it’s not the same. My cowardice acknowledges I’m being too much a wuss[1]. Is it too freaky, to wish for the real? The one who was chosen, memories ago? [1] Fiction again…

  • Sunday word hunter,  To beloved ones

    Lusciously unknown

    Twice in life, pleased I’d be to pretend we’ve met, to forget thencefore. Just to be  the first one, to erase any of your smile’s memories. Then, a second meeting, to love again what I’ve never met before. Since forgotten. For you, are no more than unknown. And what I love is an obsession of my imagination. Nothing more. Someone made up, close to real men. Yet, always gone by faked faded wishes. All collected. All withered. Besides copied verses; all in awe, all in vain and hopeless. Indeed insane, every night I were to kiss your insubstantial whole, somewhere a place blue birds sing, to find you once again…

  • Sunday word hunter,  To beloved ones

    Stranded

    The longer I look at you, even from afar. The most I’d like to squeeze your heart, orphan from your breast. To claim it,  as mine and no one else. Break you to strayed lost shreds of daylight. That’ s the way, I want to kiss your frozen smile. A cada parpadeo que se traga un segundo más de ti, aún desde lejos. Y más deseo, hacer huérfano de tus costillas, el órgano que te bombea la vida. Separarte en tantas hebras, deshiladas de luz de día. Así, para besar congelada tu risa.

  • Sunday word hunter,  To beloved ones

    Inconmensurable

    Uno, dos, tres, cuarenta. Añade uno y uno más, Infinidad. Hablar de ello en años luz resulta en balde. Precipitado sobre sí mismo, Comprimido al peso de una estrella de neutrones, Es deseo. Un corazón humano que se traga todo. Y donde reboten los fotones, Todo tu ser es absorbido, En milagros technicolor mundo. Miro la muerte y sé dónde; Es que la semilla despierta cada revolución solar en esta,  mi canción de estío. Tu voz llama y yo voy donde tú cantas. Es así de grande. Es así diminuto. Inconmensurable.

  • Sunday word hunter,  To beloved ones

    Alas trémulas

    Suave, sobre los labios, alas húmedas y trémulas. Libando la memoria, me deja entre las nubes. Sus alas son anhelos atrapados por mis dedos. Mis manos no alcanzan para sus frágiles deseos. Es un sello roto, Y el fuego en el cuerpo, ya no se contiene dentro. Plaf, plaf, plaf. Se va. Plaf, plaf, plaf. Regresa. Una caricia, Suave en la brisa. Leve sonrisa.

  • Sunday word hunter,  To beloved ones

    I’ll be barking to luck

    I’ll be barking to luck, Until she sends you back alone. I’ll be looking at the sky at night, Then wish to bling bling stars, their dust made up a trail path. I’ll be asking to the sun, the moon and planets, one place for me to arrive. I’ll be friendly and loyal; whatever takes you in a trap of mine.