Our lives intertwined in the most intricate of ways
You gave me life and uplifted my soul
I would like to believe I did for you the same
I gave you my eyes and I gave my all
you became the blood that ran through my veins
but in between the laughter and our intoxicating love
something was lost along the way
we stopped talking about the future and growing old
and before the sun could set on us we parted ways.

Now we are two more strangers in a world full of them
just two more strangers that life leaves behind
while I stayed in love, you began to wonder if you ever was
and you question how much I loved you
when it was right there in front of you to see.
Why couldn't you see? Honey, why couldn't you see?
that life became insignificant the moment you left
and it didn't matter the things you did I still loved you the same.



Now we are two more strangers that barely know each other
just two more strangers pulled apart by the passage of time
drifting farther away in the sea of lost love
we are becoming a distant memory with the years
this couch will never know you were here
but this bed holds your essence like yesterday
two more strangers that once shared the same bed
two more strangers that shared the same toothbrush
and one breath.

Now I have seen you again and it's like I don't know who you are
your voice rings familiar but it's almost like
I am meeting you for the first time
wearing the sad smile of acceptance along
with those nostalgic eyes
our lips can still taste one another
and yet they tremble in fear
without saying what they want
because the words won't come out right
we often wonder what would had happened
if we had stuck it out yesteryear
but we have become two more strangers
that walk away in opposites
in insufferable melancholy,
two more strangers that barely know each other.

I could breathe her from two hours away.
I could taste her over the phone, yes I could, and,
I could have loved her even if she was on the other side of the world.
I could have loved her still.

If I didn't know any better I would had thought,
that she was Daphne, the Nymph Greek Goddess and I was Apollo, trying to unearth this bleeding arrow,
so madly in love with a beautiful Laurel.

She called me Yogi Mou, for reasons unknown.
She had me wrapped around her pinkie toe.
Again, who would had thought?
Not even a Psychic could had foreseen it
and she made love with the force and scorching fire of a Phoenix.

I was a fool to think my love could have kept her, yes I was.
Who would had thought? And so it goes, like a Tornado she is gone
while I walk through the ring of smoke
she unconsciously leaves behind
and from here to the Pacific Ocean
leaving traces of her broken heart.

My first poem was born,
on Orquidia's beauty mark
that sat next to her upper lip
as if patiently waiting for me
and my eager hands to knock on her door
if it was my first poem of love,

I never knew where it really was born,
perhaps it was on Julia's ardent smile
that always kept me for awhile
underneath the shade of her finger's touch
I would make a map of her cheekbones
as vast and immense as the Earth's Core,

like the way I could see the Amazon
thought Johanna's green eyes
dense like the kisses that we shared
and I could never find my way
if in fact it was my first love poem
the one I wrote about her,

Daisy would have had something to say
I was her most precious secret
at night fall she would come to my lair
and like lovers from other times
I kept a string of her hair
hidden in a letter nobody ever saw,

but Leah remained my greatest muse
the most imperfectly perfect verse
impossible to resist was her mouth
my heart had finally found a home
I rested on her chest until dawn,
she was my first poem of love,

or at least that's what I'd like to think
even if they were loves lost forever
they each shine like shooting stars
far away in the universe of my mind
while my pen patiently awaits along with your presence
quintessential true love, the owner of my verses.

The Great Outdoors

Doors open every which way
and it's impossible to escape you
since you are behind everyone of them.

The overflowing cascade
that is your hair
the splendor of the sun at noon
that is your smile
and the ever present flawless work of art
that is your body.
The gorgeous landscape of your chest
needless to say how much I love the view.
The great outdoors lives
and breathes within you.

Let me take you indoors
so I could breathe you at dawn
take off the weight of all those weary kisses
and slowly nourish me in your lips.
Let me spend an eternity
attached to your hips.
Let our anatomies condense into one another
creating record setting heat.
Let me taste the warmth of your mouth
and feel the cold of your feet.

Your implacable thighs,
your indomitable abdomen
the pearls of your eyes,

your button nose and pillow cheeks.
The softness of your hands
as your fingers run all over me.

The flirtatious ways of your walk
inhaling your fresh essence in the air
with your aura by my side
knocking down the door to my lair
and awake from my self-imposed hibernation
to dedicate this loving prose in ode
to Mother Nature's greatest creation.

Like an impatient Great White
I can still sense your flesh when I can't see
devouring everything in sight
and this hunger towards you it leads
because my waters are yours
I can smell your thick blood
algae, seaweed or other life forms
are not nearly enough
to keep me from craving you
and fulfilling this unfulfilling love
to find a way to repress
what my flinching body has become
from the Savannah to the Sahara
I can't suffice this longing
night, afternoon or morning
for your great outdoors.

I became an asterisk in your mind's eye
while my owns swelled up full of rancor
and resentment towards you,
love, never my own of course,
but someone else's
and it's in your name
that I write these verses
in hopes of clearing up the air a bit
between you and me.

I am the forgotten for sure,
I have come to terms with my fate
and maybe, just maybe
I should had used your name in vain
like most people do
who can't withstand the rain
hence my flooded heart
through the wear and tear of time
a dusted piece of antique furniture
a clock with no arms
a frigid block of ice
unreachable by your sights
untouchable by your touch
oh, how I barely knew you love
at the old railroad station
you kept missing your stop.

Unpunctual love
I'll always have you know
that my roots never sailed
never to seek anything else

                                                           they stayed faithful at your shores
my anchor never left
no matter how faithless it became
to even whisper your name
like a restless child I kept awake
in the middle of the night
If I could only remember what it was like
to feel you breathing near me
knowing you always had my back
so go ahead, please do go ahead
and whisper my name in a short sigh
maybe then, you would remember then
the beautiful bond that we once shared
because if we always felt that way
then maybe, just maybe
our relationship wouldn't be so strained.

For the longest time I thought
that maybe, I didn't deserve you
but as the banners of my life
keep passing by
and you kept using
the perennial revolving door
it occurred me a simple thought
that maybe, just maybe
it was you who didn't deserve me
nor my poems, nor my thoughts
even if I wrote about our doppelgängers
the proverbial cats and dogs
and yet in dreams
I always meet you once more
because at the end of each day
I have the eyes of a blue dog
chasing my own tail
the unforgiving cycle of my world
in which I'll never meet you again
and that is the saddest thing I'll ever know.

I wish I could remember what it was like
to kiss you in the mornings...
to drift into unconsciousness
while consciously knowing
that I won't grieve in your mourning.

Ah love, dearly departed,
I will always miss you.

The sea of your body is different
since the last time I set sail
and let my one paddle boat
get wrecked in your turbulent currents
and troubled winds.

But it was still you.

Your voice had change
like forgotten leaves in Autumn
and so has your face
interchangeable now in a crowd of many.

And it was still you.

With a different name
more peculiar than the last
and a whole new way of kissing
like only you know how.

But it was still you.

Returning after letting me fall
in the abyss of your absence
and forcing me to get used
to another kind of laughter.

But what if, this time it wasn't you?

And your body would remain the same over the years
and the style of love making
that's your own would stay here.

But it's still you.

And once again
like so many times before you walk away
Leaving a trail of questions
that will never find and answer.

But my path still leads me to you.

When I wake up to the sun of a new day,
inevitably I'll see you unexpectedly,
always on time, with a brand new look
and wearing a different smile.

But it will still be you.

Because I will never be able to scape
this unforgiving fate
and I will always see you leave
walking away from me
while I wonder whether or not
it was still you.

I found you again.

I was never there
I never came to be
I am the forgotten
and that's just how it is.

Forgotten...

Like a corpse in a battlefield
I will be buried in a nameless grave
a Kamikaze without a mission
an uneventful day.

Forgotten...

I was left to the vultures
dragged by the winds of solitude
with cobwebs in my soul
a cactus without water.

Forgotten...

I have become a fragment of your imagination
my lips never had a place to stay
like a dead leaf in Autumn
a footnote.

Forgotten.



Like a patient with Alzheimer's
I live in the mind of an amnesiac
Heaven of wasted memories
How did you forgot, to forget, forgetting me?

Because...

I was always there
and I did came to be
the love of your life
no one loved you like I did.

But I am still the forgotten
and that's just how it is.