Perhaps from a distance
my love is not strange to you;
this passion may be a punishment
and not even have the fortune to see you again
I look for you in my fingerprints
in indelible memories;
I discover that everything was a mistake
of bitter remembrances and misunderstandings
This long wait is a punishment that chokes me to death;
wishing to have you with me...
Tuesday 23rd February 2021 6:45 pm
In silence I recall the encounter,
passion written in letters I still keep
and in a desolate corner of some dream
I embrace the loneliness I had to accept
Remember me in the depths of your thoughts,
treasuring that moment
that without laid out rules,
I wrote my verses
of you next to me
In the nights most of all,
with joy and melancholy,
I am reminded of ...
Tuesday 23rd February 2021 6:37 pm
Like a raging gale,
sunset burns me up when memories
cast me into the subconscious of pleasure
Fire embraces me,
the sky of your kisses flash on my lips;
chained by the smell of your breath
and it is not possible to caress you with my hands
Tie me to your heartbeat,
to sin, until I am hypnotized by passion
Alas, grant me at least the dry leaves of you...
Wednesday 22nd July 2020 6:49 pm
What it is that makes me love you,
in this inexplicable connection,
that while you sleep I would abduct your heart?
What it is that makes me love you?
Without offering anything, only these nights of memories,
you to enter into my body silently,
reincarnated in the monologue of my dreams
I would die for a kiss from you, if necessary...
a kiss on the tenuous thread of dawn,
Friday 31st January 2020 5:55 pm
I blossomed like delighted rain among your waters
soaked in delirium between the sheets
the sweetest kiss traveled through the warm skin of my body
you laid upon me the whole universe
I was the fruit of your passion
The delight, the glory; an arsenal within you, inside me
calm after being in your hands......
Monday 21st October 2019 4:49 pm
I’ve had only 10% of your passion and it was perfect
Those hands…, they held me arousing the encounter,
they snatched me out of myself to get within you
It was perfect, succulent;
a table for a bed, seasoning without reasoning,
overflowing the cumulated fieriness in my body
Only 10% was enough to reach the sky...
I was pliable metal between your fingers
Monday 21st October 2019 4:42 pm