No, don’t!
You rascal.
Jumpy all right.
Over the table,
From a higher further shelf.
Pushed the bowl…
Crash and it broke.
Still…
I love you so much.
Now to pick the dry food up,
you spilled over the floor.
Still, I’ll hug you my love.
Etiqueta: poem
Too high a hurdle?
Fine.
It’s not like giving up.
More like ironing tough and tough.
A happy bachelorette since you can’t dimension my life.
Sex isn’t entitled to love.
Yet at the end,
Sex can be happily a goal.
But you need to specify…
So I can tell you bye and you find what is required.
Hurdle
Olvídate de mí.
Olvídate de mí como te olvidas de respirar.
Olvídate de mí como te olvidas del corazón,
Compás de días por venir.
Olvídate de mí hasta que algo perturbe el mundo y de pronto,
Te des cuenta que hago falta.
Olvídate.
Sin marchas funébres ni aniversarios luctuosos.
Simple y en la brillantez absoluta de la oscuridad.
Un pequeño vacio que dejar atrás.
Whisper twister,
Your warm breath on my ear.
Your eyes caress-slime on my breast.
All I do is cover with wings,
Things I can’t confess.
Your wrinkles sparkle,
And it burns inside.
The horns amidst your locks,
And I’d like to hold myself there….
Covering with wings,
The things I won’t tell.
Ideas of furnace,
Bad advice….
I can’t help to desire.
Day after day,
Your hooves crushing on leaves.
Closer to the meadow,
Splashing the creek.
And I can’t tell but help,
My chest wishes ahead.
Oh bad advice,
You shouldn’t murmur to Cupid.
Thousand, hundred, maybe tens.
I don’t know,
I lost count.
Tiny, sandy, sharpy.
Is the sand under my feet wet at day?
Or is it sinking my own weight?
Not realizing when…
Ah ah ah ah…
Cold and wet.
But I’m already…
I’ve already got my feet in it.
Am I further in?
Or back to the untouched side?
I wrote.
You answered.
Simple, not pretense.
It’s nothing I think.
Expectation….
You promised to write back in February…
March came.
All right.
How much should wait a gal?
It was April when you wrote again.
First time you ask for time…
Ten years for middle aged,
Too long a span.
So you didn’t like me voicing out it tough?
Not sorry.
I can wait two months max.
(Aren’t investors the same,
Expenditure uh?)
You’re not in an odissey to grab my heart…
Neither am I Penelope,
my bad.
In a somber fade,
for what’s rotten in the mind’s eye.
Add a piggy hue for what’s tender underneath.
Paint it a bit red for blood to boil and devour.
Give me blue for new to come and green in old,
since your world was without.
Con las costras que dejó el estio,
En esta piel seca que ya añoraba el viento.
Sedienta de besos.
I want to tap your shoulder with my head and hide my eyes under your breath.
I want to see your heart besides my nose and place my hand in that smell of yours.
I want to turn you inside out and read my luck in your stars.
I want to dream my way out from your arms and be welcomed back,
right after that.
I want to scream it all but no,
I’ll take my time keeping silence till you’re mine.