Your lips are like a work of art.
         Soft, decadent, a lustful sin.

Your luscious dark lashes,
                  your chocolate eyes,
                                 your dimples imprinted in your cheeks.

He was a curious lad,
       with a broad chest and strong shoulders.
        His eyes were a deep brown,
        his jaw line sharp and defined.
        He loved action,
        he also loved adventure.
        But most of all he loved to run
        his hand along my legs,
        making me flush in all his
        favorite places.

They say that the eyes are the window
to our souls.

If that were true, then you would
still be laying next to me at my
bedside.

Your lips are like wine,
     if they are cold, they will fool me.

He looked at me in French...
with those sultry eyes
and pouty lips.

He was a villain I tell you
a curse!

With poets' sinew, the dream I have will be
played like a harp until I wake.

Until the time comes
I hope one day...
the elixir that remains
in my mouth will last
until death comes.

A lizard's tail,
dew in the night.
Ambrosia from the gods.
A drop of a
mermaid's tear.

This is Floccus Magni.

Shadows of the dead,
harrows of the living.
Joys of the darkness,
terrors of the light.

Let's entangle ourselves in lace.
While you leave trails of swelling bliss.
When all seems lost, it can be found.
I'm crazy because of the dead silence.

If I had a pen,

On a thin sheet of paper, I would write how the way
Your collarbone curvatures.
I will write about you endlessly.

Until the palms of my hands begin to bleed,
And my entire skeleton will start to ache.
It’ll be a reminder to me that I should have
        tried harder to make you stay.

I should have known, that you preferred bitter black coffee
Rather than tea.

Sundays are meant for writing
about our soulmates.
So endow my affection that is gifted
with great patience and tender
loving kisses.

For our love tastes like a ripened pomegranate,
for our fruity fingertips.

Blessed by a sea apart,
all I could see and breathe is you.

Poetry describes the inner darkness,
that I hide from the world.

I guess you could say,
I am just a villain
in my own story.

Paper planes, falling
down,
down—
down.

Into the starlight,
that is upside down.

In my heart, it’s beating
one,
two—
three.

The street lights are blinking,
in the upside, down.
My world is red, it's shadows.
Raven black.
The treetops are swaying,
in the upside, down.

Black on red, it’s pattern
tartan plaid.
Who’ll be my lover?
In the upside, down.

As above, so below.
Touch me until my bones
grow cold.

I am a dream so, shut your eyes.
And hold me close—
in the upside, down.

Till the music stops playing,
and the sheet music
is scrolled across my lungs.

As though nothing could fail
in the upside, down.

Today, I woke up this morning wanting to kiss you.
I have a thirst to caress you underneath
white linen sheets.

While entangling our legs together
like threads of a wicker basket.

I want to stare at you, ignoring
the minutes that go by.

I want to trace your image deep into my memories.
In my mind, I want to accentuate
your eyes, your hands, your lips, and kisses.

I’m enchanted by the way
you hold me sweetly.
Your humble soul sends
sweet signals up and down my body,
causing butterflies to flutter in my stomach.

We have different ideas,
however, you are always in my mind.
But my heart enjoys being by your side.
All the goodness in me blossoms
and tingles inside me like Baby’s breath.

Ciao Rome, you were a splendid dream.
Au revoir Paris, you were like an autumn kiss.
Adios Barcelona, your crevices were filled
with the scent of cayenne pepper.
La revedere Bucharest, may your skies be filled with summer love.
Antio sas Athens, your temples are magnificent.

Those little moans,
the thrusting of the hips,
the hush of the mouth,
the rosy cheeks,
that is all you need
when it comes to me.

Quiet and strong.
He who hunts
in the sky,
will hunt
for eternity.

He is daring,
and holds no fear.
Hunting for
the Great Bear
itself.

Who could weaken—
Orion’s belt?
No one,
except for Orion—
himself.

If I had a thousand wishes,
I would only ask for you.

Let's **** Caesar and call it a day.
Brutus is laughing and Mark Antony is crying.

Calpurnia cries and Portia rejoices.
The people sing and some weep.

Wow, what a great day it is to be a Roman.

I miss you, every time I breathe.

You gave me all of the colours of love,
let us get lost somewhere
where time stops forever.

I find beauty in the most macabre places.

He was a mysterious young fellow.
Quiet and Serene.
But in bed, he is a god
that can't be contained.

Life used to flow freely,
it used to be full to the brim.
It slept peacefully flowing through my veins.

But now it is awake,
and a fuming fire is born between us.
By the glance of an eye,
and the touch of lips.

The kind of letters we write
are ones that are written
with a light touch.

Your hand wandering
in between my legs,
while making my hips twitch
with pleasure.

I was his moon, he was my sky.
I gave him everything that I could
But all he wanted was time and space.

If my life was measured in coffee rings.
And coffee drips, spilling from the sides,
I’d live for eternity.

Your lips are like a work of art...
Soft, decadent, a lustful sin.

I never realized how sweet it is,
to be loved by you.

Don’t make me make you fall into desire.
Read these words and think of me,
and I will live in your mind,
forever.

Your body entangled in mine,
          your careless whispers singing in my ears.
                    While your touch sending goosebumps,
                                    up and down and my spine.

Those gloomy grey skies
and misty landscapes.

The sound of the wind
whispering in our ears.

The crunch of the leaves,
and the colours of fun.

Those were the days,
that I longed for the most.

Are you willing to give up your name,
the way Romeo was willing to lose
his name for Juliet?

Without you, my nights are lonely
and tasteless.

Even wishing on the brightest star
my lonely nights aren't passing.

The world around me is fake,
even the sun and moon,
the sand in my eye.

With you in my life,
gold is copper,
and silver is aluminum.

Did you know, I fell in love with you...
how long will it be until you notice me?

Midnight rains are nostalgic.
They make me realize
that I am not the only one
who is crying in the dark.

The gods are too.

Your lips, against my cheek,
             whispering sweet nothings to me,
                                      is all that I ever ask for,
                                                             in the upside down.

One day, I will return
to the place where dreams
come alive, in Agua Azul.

A place where if I had
an anchor of a feeling,
I would be a sailboat
on the beach full
of our burning desires.

Where the silver moon
rises in the evening time.
It will be my reward,
during sleepy hours.

My heart beats poetries. Do you hear it?

It always happens,
when you are not around.

What began as an innocent little bush
turned into a garden that became
untenable.

Weeds began to grow inside me
since you left me alone.
And I've been attempting to pluck
out them out.

What once began as pure innocence,
became stems of weeds wrapped tightly
around my ribs and lungs.

Making it hard for me to breathe,
like a seed, you planted yourself in me...
a **** I could never take out.

There is a sight of spring in her eyes,
there is a sight of spring in her smile.

Hidden by the veil of nature,
is a touch of her sorrow.
Time is slumbering,
and the world has become mellow.

Sadly, she stands her distance from me,
unsure what love really is.
My heart chose her,
but she has not chosen me.

It is lost and forgotten,
the old memories that
fill my heart.

It is hard to describe the misery that one feels.
I often ask myself the same old question.

"How does one tell the other, they are not in love?"

It is like the two shores of the sea that never meet.
I cannot endure such great loneliness.

We are near, yet we are so far.
This love in separation is unacceptable to me.
It is like there is a wall of glass
that is keeping us apart.

If I am sad and forlorn.
truth behold, she is sad as well.

We meet, yet we do not meet.
The roses bloom but does not bloom.
Strange how love is there is autumn in my heart.

I enjoy many things about you.

The three undone buttons on your
white collared shirt.

Your collar bone peaking from behind
the strips of fabric.

Your large hands and messy chocolate hair

At night when things are quiet, I think of you...that is all I need.

She is lovely in the morning
and in the evening time.

When the skies wake,
and when the skies retire.

At 4:45, she is the loveliest,
when the street lights flicker,
and the pavement we from the rain
shines like silver.

While the street lights grow misty in the fog,
and every soul on earth is still asleep.

Little Ophelia Rose is still lonely,
like the early morning
and late night streets.

Her face is like the cosmos,
and the star-like freckles
that decorate her face are the constellations.

Rule 1

Fall in love and get your heart broken.
If you already did, then do it again,
and write about someone new.

Rule 2

Let the cycle continue—
until your heart breaks.

And you can no longer feel.
And you become numb and cold.
Then you begin to wonder…

Why am I doing this to myself?
Why is this happening to me?

Why am I just cycling around like a bicycle...
In the endless pit of despair?

When is someone not going to break my heart?

Rule 3

Write.

This is a collection of the madness in my head,
if you somehow manage,
to get your hands on this...

Please respect my words,
for I am fragile.

Thank you.
**

"But where will we go?" says Ophelia Rose.
              "Who knows," he says. "But we will surely know,
                                                                                      when we go."