Hector 2d

I’m sure, you would like my mind-

Mostly sunny in there with occasional storms

always bright and airy with the sound of waves

and seagulls and the children’s laughter.

I’m sure, you would like my eyes-

Mostly lost in places where dreams come to play

and with a hint of sadness,

but tranquil like the ocean on a summer’s day.

I’m sure, you would love my heart-

Mostly warm and cozy like a velvet blanket

feels on winter nights,

with a space in there to keep your dreams safe

while your love incites.

I’m sure, you would like me whole-

Mostly fair and loving it is all you’ll find

with the heat of summer riding on my skin

but with gentle sway I can be as kind,

and everything I offer and any way I am

I’m sure you would like-

September 2018
“I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.” – Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper
Hector 2d

Perdido en el vaivén de caderas

y en sonrisas y labios,

in the rocking of hips

or the smile and her lips

y en deseos despiertos

cual mañanas de sol.

Lost in her waking desires

in the morning sunlight,

en su loca mirada

y en el sabor de su boca,

in the taste of her mouth

que me quema y provoca

and a body that entices

a bailar sin control-
September 2018
“I feel your words on my lips
and feel your mood in my hips”
― Maquita Donyel Irvin

“If movements were a spark every dancer would desire to light up in flames.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi
Hector 3d

If I could be your wish, your desired

while at night you pretend

that your hands could be mine,

and they knew all the places that you like

to be touched, fingers wet

with the heat of your need-

And could slowly descend

down the small of your spine

where my hands could then find

all the nerves I could play

like a tune on your skin-

If I could be your wish, like your sin

while at night you pretend

that I’m kissing your breasts

while my hands hold you wide

and you touch and pretend

I belong deep inside-

If I could be your wish, or your dream

while at night you pretend-

September 2018
“I want to be the first thing you touch in the morning and the last thing you taste at night” -- Sade Andria Zabala
Hector 3d
(one of my favorites oldie one)


My love ripened too late in season to harvest

pendent on the bared branches,

easy picking but forgotten ‘til winter.

Alone it stays in the orchard farthest

waiting for the frozen splinter

to gash it’s heart and bleed desires

into the coldness of the ground.

And cold will fade into dreams

of lips tasting it’s sweetness now bound

to rot alone too late for harvest.

December 2016
“While there may be many things in life you wish to harvest not every seed you plant will grow.”
― Rasheed Ogunlaru
Hector 4d

Pieces scattered…

We shape what we wish, what we dream,

let it grow into something

and become part of things,

of a life we desire-

Discontentment like fire

sometimes slow, sometimes fast

burns the paths we created

and we let it all consume-

And we drift, and we drift

because everything we hated

we created in the past,

and we break into pieces

all scattered…

Its so hard to let it go

knowing how it doesn’t matter

to remember anymore,

and we forge ever so slow

a new path laden with hope

and new things we come to love,

or at least what we desire,

without knowing how we built

what later breaks-

But we cope and we cope

day by day,

and we wait, and we wait

for discontentment like a fire

sometimes slow, sometimes fast

burning paths we created,

leaving pieces all scattered…

We shape what we wish, what we dream-

September 2018
“Whenever a river reaches the ocean, it waits to go back.”
― Will Advise

“Chaos was the law of nature; Order was the dream of man.”
― Henry Adams, The Education of Henry Adams
Hector 4d

I could mold myself to your shape,

dreams become pliable with time

and yours easily mine

to hold if you ask-

I could fuse myself in your wants,

desires held under your tongue

become tender and escape among

whispers of love-

I could gaze myself in your eyes,

passion flows in a hungry glance

in those moments romance

flows in your heart-

And lost I could find myself

wrapped around your shape,

fused within your wants

while gazing

endlessly into your eyes-

September 2018
“Man may have discovered fire, but women discovered how to play with it.”
― Candace Bushnell, Sex and the City
Hector 5d

I miss you,

like water, like air, like sky-

You gave me wings when I learned to fly

and my heart a rhythm to the songs

you composed late at night.

And I know you still there

lost among life hard choices,

when alone I transcend, not prepared

to let go of those bits that invite

to remember you in dreams,

between waves that caress

and compare, never less,

to your touch that incite,

while I  miss you

like water, like air, like sky-

September 2018
“If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.”
― Claudia Adrienne Grandi
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