The trees have kept some lingering sun in their branches,
Veiled like a woman, evoking another time,
The twilight passes, weeping. My fingers climb,
Trembling, provocative, the line of your haunches.

My ingenious fingers wait when they have found
The petal flesh beneath the robe they part.
How curious, complex, the touch, this subtle art–
As the dream of fragrance, the miracle of sound.

I follow slowly the graceful contours of your hips,
The curves of your shoulders, your neck, your unappeased *******.
In your white voluptuousness my desire rests,
Swooning, refusing itself the kisses of your lips.

That man to me seems closer to the gods, than I could ever be

  the man who sits opposite you
          and close by listens
            to your sweet voice

         and your enticing laughter—
           that indeed has stirred up the heart in my breast.
            For whenever I look at you even briefly
            I can no longer say a single thing,
            my tongue is frozen in silence;
      
         instantly a delicate flame runs beneath my skin;
            with my eyes I see nothing;
            my ears hear no noise.
            A cold sweat covers me,
            trembling seizes my body,
            and I am greener than the grass.

            Lacking but little of death do I seem.

I would much prefer to see the lovely

     way she walks and the radiant glance of her face

     than the war-chariots of the Lydians or

     their foot-soldiers in arms.

¨I´m not killing people, I´m killing boys¨
I didn´t understand at the time
but after living I know
of their sharp little teeth, and their smiles of knives
They haunt girls like us
for all of our lives
Watching, staring
with hungry little eyes
so why not strike first, do away with the stress
That´s precisely my logic!
May Artemis bless

I let you touch my skin
there are little pink flowers along my thighs
But you never did let me in,
I´m the only one who ever cries
I laid myself bare
and you ate your fill
but I wanted you to LOVE me
and I know you never will

I told you I loved Oranges
Not for the taste but because they make good muses
The pulp is quite nasty
But the way they are built to share, and to share is to love
I told you how I love poems with oranges
And when the time came
And i wouldn´t eat
And I couldn´t eat
And you peeled an orange
And you gave me half

How dare you love me the way I long to be loved?

The smell of fresh oranges
Hit my nose
I look down
You pick and pull at the peel

The underside of your fingernails
Have residue
As you poked and stabbed
At the pure fruit

But don’t worry
You’ll be able to wash your hands
From the sweet juice
Yet the smell will always linger, somewhere

You see me starring from above
My face of utter disgust
As blood drips down my thighs
And I lay paralyzed.