Hector 5d

You left tracks on my sand,

undisturbed I marked time like the grains

of this sand around me passing slow

with no storms that would blow

all my plans to the air.

But you rose among clouds

with your smile and your hair

playing chase between waves,

and I played without doubts

knowing well like the wind

you would pass, but you worn

all my dreams on your skin

like no one did before,

watching you like a storm

shifting wants like the sand

where your tracks

still remain by the shore-

November 2018
“Everyday, you leave a footprint!”
― Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
Hector 5d

This ache, slowly fading-

A twilight  of these wants which I carried

in my chest for so long,

but you, you make it all wrong

with your tantalizing ways,

confusing my reality with yours

when we are creatures apart

across galaxies far…

Help me understand what you chase

in my arms, when you embrace

all I am but then seek in another

what for me is but a trace

of your longing.

And I must let you go, someday

to stop prolonging

this ache that slowly fades

every time someone else

holds you tight,

while I drown late at night

in this ache, slowly fading.

November 2018
“Piece by piece,
I slowly fade away,
I slowly drift apart.”
― Five Finger Death Punch
Hector Nov 5

My lips softly resting on her shoulder

the rising of her chest like a beat

playing needs I deeply harbor.

I pressed closer to her body seeking heat

and the shape of her curves to maybe appease

for a moment all this ardor

that consumes me in the night-

Ah her body, how I wish it could belong

to these hands eager to please

and these lips thirsty for more

than the softness of her shoulder.

It’s been too long,

my desires ripened early on her back

but to harvest them too late

as I listen to her breaths into the night

while my dreams remain innate

with my lips softly resting on her shoulder-

November 2018
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
― Pablo Neruda
Hector Nov 5

You leave me unfinished,

a rough mass of emotions and flesh

your hands attempt to shape

into something that you scrape

from the bottom of your shoes,

submissive to your sudden shifts

where I am either precious gifts

or a bitter something that life chews

and spits on the sidewalk.

I am trap, bewitched

with a seductive spell sticking to my skin

draining all these wishes I carry within

my shameful bones, my heart stitched

along the fissures where your touch

dug desires and bled my wants-

But how I wanted you to define me

with your embrace into something new

that could be shape into life with you,

instead you leave me unfinished,

a rough mass of emotions and flesh-

November 2018
“But all remains unchanged.”
― Franz Kafka

“The moon will light the clouds, just as the tide shall shape the sand.”
― Anthony T. Hincks
Hector Nov 2

Every time your waist falls between my hands

I am left stumbling, tripping over cracks around my heart-

There is no permanency, stolen moments are hard

to keep inside, they suffocate around my mind

where you transform  my nights alone,

and every time, you make it hard to move along

when slowly dragging these fragile wants

that sprout like weeds and burn like fire, every time.

November 2018
“They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can't stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that's a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!”
― C. JoyBell C.
Hector Nov 2

I have no voice,

you called my silence and walked away

to find a path jumped from the clouds

where all my wishes discarded stayed.

And when I see you in muteness shout

that I’m still waiting alone without

your voice a cord to drown the noise

inside my head, but there is no voice,

you called my silence and walked away-

November 2018
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”
― Jalal Ad-Din Rumi
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