My Lady, across the Ocean,
sent me a lovely note...
Of all the things I've read
'Twas the best thing
someone has ever wrote;

She said she had some interest,
in the things I say and do,
and sent me a lovely image
of herself for me to view;

I can't help from going back,
and reading just what she wrote,
was such a simple gesture,
but my most precious note.

Thank you, Oceantina,
for brightening up my day,
and for accepting my friendship,
in such a lovely way.

Dos cuerpos se juntan
en armonía esta noche
mirándonos a los ojos
y un profundo suspiro
Anhelas abrazarla cariñosamente
tan suave y tiernamente
sus ojos brillan fuertemente
con el calor, ella te envía
sus brazos están llegando ahora
ella anhelaba abrazarte
Ella quiere sentir tus labios sobre los de ella.
y cuando ambos finalmente se reúnen
aquí en ese paraíso
donde las flores florecen bastante
y el calor está por todas partes
se siente como un volcán está a punto de estallar
y ambos están lo más cerca posible.
cuando ella te lleve a la cama de espera.
El calor de ti es pesado
está a tu alrededor todo el camino
sabes que esta tarde tan hermosa
Se llena de toques y de besos.
la pasión está finalmente aquí

~

Two bodies come together
in harmony tonight
your gazing into each other's eyes
and out a very deep sigh
You long to hold her dearly
so soft and tenderly
her eyes are strongly shinning
with the heat, she sends to you
her arms are reaching up now
she longed to hold you close
she wants to feel your lips on hers
and when you both finally get together
here in that paradise
where flowers blooming pretty
and heat is all around
it feels like a volcano is about to erupt
and you are both as close as you can get
when she then carry you to the waiting bed.
The heat from you is heavy
it's around you all the way
you know that this so beautiful evening
is filled with touches and with kisses
the passion is finally here.

Until you
I was just an expressionless face
in a sea of smiles
begging to be free
longing to be wanted
dying just to feel—
a heartbeat against mine.
Until you
I only knew tears of pain
screams of rage
and at my very lowest,
indifference.
Until you
Hope was a word
on a crumpled piece of paper
used to light all of my dreams
on fire and watch them burn
Until you
I was just feet on the ground
racing to catch
the smallest shred of who I once was
and who I never could be
Until you
There were no colors
to paint a future with
And no single reason to try
Until you
and now
because of you

My Soul
speaks in poetry
    and my heart gets lost
         in the broken and loving of words

it takes me on a joy ride
    to a whole other world

Would It Help You
If I shared with you
A part of my soul
One I keep hidden
Locked away
Deep down inside

Would it help you understand
Who I am
What makes me tick
Where I have been
Why I am the way I am
How I truly feel
My fears
My desires
My wants
My needs
All that I seek

Would it help you see
The dark parts of me
The ones I cannot easily explain
For fear if I tried
The last bit of glue
Holding me together
Would give way
And I would finally fall apart
Never to regroup again

Would it help you
Help us
If I shared
Just a piece
Or would you run away
Seeing how damaged
I truly am
Knowing the reasons
Realizing my flaws and imperfections

Would it help you love me
A flawed soul
Seeking the love
Of another flawed soul
Both deserving love
On the deepest level
To share a life together
In this imperfect world

Would it help you
If you knew
If you saw
If I shared
Could you love me
Flaws and all

Can you taste the passion in poetry?
Poetry holds me like my invisible mother
Poetry is the tissue that wipes my depression away
It defines my birth date
Poetry flows in my red blood cells
It keeps reproducing poetic chemicals for my body
Poetry is produced in my heart, like the eternal life of love for my daughter

Poetry is loyal to me
It creates the essential vitamins for survival
God prescribes poetry to my divine destiny
Poetry produces different weather every day
Poetry combs my hair
Talks to me on school days
Poetry is the contractions that my mother endured
Can you taste poison or passion for poetry?

This new moon
Different than the others.
Unleashing the wanderer
In me.

Looking for independence.
Yet, looking for someone
Who like me,
Has an enormous urge
To travel far and wide.

Curiosity for new cultures
And new experiences.
Taking me out
Of my comfort zone.

Expanding the relationships
I already enjoy.
And creating these experiences
That fall outside the box.