He Is My Peace
Colors on our bare skin.
Broad, gentle backs
with touches of humanity.

Our breathing
becomes one.
He looks at me with desire,
and I delight him with my longing.

My fingers touch his chest,
while his kisses
fill mine.

He lives, and we live.
He laughs, and we laugh.

Happiness—
it flows
from two souls
that long for each other.

Your eyes hold an ocean,
your gaze steals away time;
a wide gaze that leaves my soul bare.
Look into me and tell me what you see.
Love me more even if the dawn must wait for us.
A thousand creatures emerge when your eyes dive,
and a thousand storms collide.

I have a sorrow that haunts me,
a sorrow that silently kills me,
a sorrow that spreads like weeds throughout my body.

A sorrow that makes the days seem longer
and the hours feel like minutes.

A sorrow that swallows me every morning
and suffocates me through the night.

A sorrow that trembles when it sees me smile
and begs to be gone.

A sorrow that makes minutes feel like seconds,
a sorrow rough and cold.

A sorrow without warning, yet with a reason,
a sorrow both human and sincere.

A sorrow that makes you cry endlessly
and scream in your dreams.

This month is the worst in the world, the worst of my life.
Why? Because I have to be strong,
something that in this situation is so hard to be.

Our embraces linger,
each one carrying the urgency of being the last.
Time, surrendering, pauses to watch us,
and in that stillness
we become two frightened children—
fragile, yet endlessly brave.

To look into your eyes is a perfect moment,
a mirror of dormant memories,
of longing to fly,
and of the persistent hope
that we might find each other again.

Let me hold you once more,
let the caresses on your hands never cease,
nor the gentle warmth of your skin.

Let me feel how our heartbeats
merge into one,
and how the thunder of this union
shatters our senses.

For a moment—perhaps brief, perhaps eternal—
we are splendidly fleeting:
you and I,
completely in love.

Take my face into your hands
and make of it the finest work of art.
Kiss my cheeks once more
and let me feel the warmth of your breath.

Melt your fingers into my skin
and leave me astonished just by being.
Hold me tight, for I am a waterfall
that grows each day, demanding to be loved.

Free my mind from your image
and my eyes from yours.
Allow me to breathe without whispering your name.

Drive me mad like before.
Make me yours beneath the moonlight,
with Morpheus guarding our sleep
and Cupid delighting his scholars.

Let me see my reflection on your skin,
and turn my mind into the paradise where you dwell.
Lift the heaviness of missing you,
and leave me only the hunger to love you.