Maybe its the way you walk
or the way your eyes make me think.
How you say my name,
or maybe how you make me shake.
I'm not sure how you do it,
but you're on my mind a lot
making me forget my own name,
making me lose my train of thought.

Your lips,
I favor over all the rest
but what I love most of all
is laying on your chest.
Maybe it's the way you make me feel
when all you want is a kiss.

Your kisses devour me and I lose what control I have,
giving myself to you is what my body needs.
And so I plead, and plead, and plead for you to take me,
to make me feel alive again,
to pump life into me over and over
until I am overwhelmed with the serenity of this moment.

Maybe it's when I'm walking there beside you.
Your hand grazing mine,
making sure to bump into you from time to time.
You bump right back and shoot me a grin,
wrap me up in your arms in a hug that never seems to end.
You kiss me over and over on my neck, lips, and chin
until you whisper in my ear
"I don't want this to end."

Maybe it was the way I walked, Or the way I said your name..

Douro que corres por querer

Correr sem direcção por encostas esculpidas,
Brilho nas noites de luar em que te sentes só,
Amanhecer com névoas ainda adormecidas,
Rio meu, de meus pais e avós....

Tua melancolia que parece humana,
Nas tuas margens sargaço que emana,
Rio que escondes segredos e enganos,
Sejam eles grandes ou pequenos.

Douro dourado de um sol fatigante,
Rio feito de amor por sua gente.
Esbate teu amor nas sombras do salgueiro,
Sublime e excelente conselheiro.

Rio Douro esverdeado e também azulinho,
A tua límpida água parece ser puro vinho,
Rio do Douro belo que à alma dá prazer,
Sede de sempre tua água beber.

Victor Marques

A
Dictionary
is a
poets
best
friend
with the
exception
of her
pencil
or
pen

Questions forever remaining
Lingering, though in the past
The answers have gone on unspoken
For questions you no longer ask
Doubts and uncertainties growing
Feeding from veins long since cold
These questions forever unanswered
The truth here will never be told
As I stand here looking down on you
Feeling the lesser by far
You should be the one standing here
And I should be where you are
This stone should be whispering my name
Not screaming yours into my mind
In failing to answer, I've lost you
In loss, I'm now losing my mind
I scream over and over I love you
As tears soak the ground where you lie
But my cries go on unanswered
For your love, unanswered, has died