Get into my bodyas a televised fear.Take up all the roomand don’t let me brood. I’ll follow and wanderpast all mental confines.I’ll stretch beyond the windows,I’ll smash the statues of time.I’ll rip the scarlet scroll,I’ll face the fate of my blindfold. Get in tonight and rise at dawnto leave me in silence nevermore.Relinquishing peace and…
Category: poems
Trapped decays
About my experience of the pandemic… It has been monthsnew seasons bornand left behind us. There are whispers nowrustling outside the windowI’m dreaming from. There is no capture ofthe tasty food waitingwhile I search for my angleto trap the peace foreverto seal those times I’d liketo treasure. It has been monthsand I have been gone.There’s…
Towering
I’m broken, I hear. I see the cracksfrom the base up, each beating deeperit reaches, rain is falling in,blood getting dry. I’m broken, saysthe voice. I trace the edgesat times I stop,I want to feel more.I see the crevicesand I raise them. I’m hurt and I know it. I shake, pieces fall off.An earthquake, drum…
Blistered hearts
blistered heartsdon’t fear just hurtstraddles don’t look like usroaming in the dustwe just have blisteredwild hungry hearts fires on the horizonconsume our nightstucked in by secret desireswe wish not to see the lightbut crave what we deserve to haveand thenwe calm your restless mind but these blistered heartsthey’ve got dreamsand they work hardwe come to…
Day and Night, I do
* These shards of hope cannot cut my skin, I’m made of tainted glass I feel the edges as my own. I can pick them up every day and put them back in the sun, where they can grow tight and make you smile. ** There are these moments when the moon is full and…
Bittersweet holiday
Shimmering gold and I’m dreaming still, my arms closing in like the jealous tide, won’t ever try to find a better shore where to stop by.
Ganas
Pequeñas y revoltosas, te envuelven en las sombras, me sonríen pícaras cuando te busco las cosquillas. Su simpatía me encandila, pero son escurridizas. Cuando quiero tocarlas tú me miras y en silencio me vacilas.
A very 2020 summer
I never seem to get there to the point where my fingers reach the soft waters, the warm sand. I never seem to get close enough to dive deep into the sea and taste the salt on my lips.
Esos besos que anhelas
Salen los astros, te acarician las pestañas. Escuchas el rugir del agua, las risitas de los niños, los gritos de tu espíritu libre cabalgando en la orilla. El viento te aparta el pelo café mientras relames el sabor de la pinta. ¿A qué saben los besos que anhelas? ¿Serán de melocotón de nieve y cerezos…
Su aura de musa
Nace, en su córnea,el impulso, el deseo,torcer hacia un lado la miraday dejarse quemar por esa luz,nada suya, tan de otra,y sin embargo, como siempre,tan íntimamenteconmovedora.