autumn day

i met you on an autumn day when Anabella was selling papers in the street you looked at me with fervid eyes and I knew then you’d never leave

Set Him Free

i lead him, hands intertwined, to the lake, tell him to drink, that he’ll be happy once more. but he won’t, self-hatred and self-destruction is as much an addiction, as pills washed down by dark liquor. addictions blur the already hazy lines, is this a craving or is this a need? will our hearts stop…

sounds of flutes #poetry

listen to the horses gallop in the water on the edge of autumn axes of blue passion intersect your laughter chestnuts crack the time heaving their fruits bake my lips with love born from sounds of flutes

the dance of Isabella

come and watch the dance of Isabella the rhythm of castanets awakes the moon her body tilts the oleander axis of the wind her hips rotate into the autumn of the fires   an iguana stumbles on profuse desires opening her eyes on Isabella’s chest your forehead sinks into the sweat of lovers who step…

Make Believe

Let’s throw the cushions on the floor Pretend the floor is lava and run Laughing and giggling, uncomplicated, We were in love once, I remember, At least in memories I’ve soaked With years of longing and desire Of everything we could have been If I were me, exactly the same, And you were you, but…

Parthenope

Soft the sound of you within my veins as deep as blood and twice as warm Serenading me beyond the dreams of summer tides when night was born Set upon my lips as if they were, by true default, yours to reclaim The sound of every promise as a pen that only knows to write…

Siren Call

If the sun rose in the west and set in the east, Would I still light up your world? If penguins marched in the north and elves made toys in the south, Would I still be your north star? If I move a world away, Will yours still turn for me? I want you to…