I build a blanket fort
and name it Olympus
with a wishful thinking of you coming over.

Smoking is forbidden in my celestial hall.
Take your shoes off,
I don't mind your stinky feet.
Let's play war-
I'd be your Hera and you'd be my Titan.

I would
bite your neck,
kiss you on your shoulder,
**** you with kindness,

call you Atlas
and make you hold my sky up forever and a day.

She is raving and unfaithful,
judged to die of insomnia
but
I love her.

She dances four tangos
with demons in her mind
but the fifth dance is mine tonight.

Instead of singing her love songs
I scream in agony
"Baby, your blood tastes like Tequila",
but she pours me a cold Jager
hissing.

She was never a person of tender touch,
rolled up her sleeves and showed her scars
and bruises
like a warrior.

She is ******* and restless,
a street cat fearing strangers
yet chasing cars
and
I love her.

I need a good lawyer
for I am about to start a custody war, dear.
All the mess I make in them sheets alone
having those restless nights,
reminding myself of the Xanax era -
I've counted to 1575 trying to fall asleep last night.

Since you've filled my cup
and opened me at an unfinished chapter,
crucified my sanity and ditched a grave for my solitude
I've lost the vision of
where you end
and I begin.

Look what you've done!
You took my songs on my special playlists,
now my favorite sweets taste like your morning kisses
and my favorite dresses are now your favorite ones to remove
and my favorite everything is now yours,
even morning air and ice cold fingertips.

As soon as I get a good lawyer
I will have my favorite records, movies, house slippers, positions and pizza toppings-
only mine, at my place
on Tuesdays, please.

If you dip your naked self
up to your chest
in the Mediterranean sea
and you flinch and yell
sensing the burning salt on your scratched skin incasement,

would you die in pain
dipping your soul?

I touch words:
I touched Azure
and saw clear blue sky and sunflowers and cows chewing on some chaff.
I touched Gentle
and saw my kitten's paws curled while he's asleep and fresh straight- out- the- dryer laundry and a long embrace.
I touched Heart
and saw its measured yet persisting beat.
I touched Wadi
and I saw me and my loved one walking our dog wearing sandals and the ugliest of hats.
I touched Horizon
and saw the sun kissing the soil.
I touched Bell
and saw a Sunday mass in my hometown church.

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
At first I only wanted his words -
sweet and flawless,
warm like fuzzy socks and blanket forts,
simple yet adorable like those Dr. Seuss books.

As time passed I had become greedy
and asked for them lips
kissing mine.

Son, help me reaching him,
let my feet dance all the way to his porch
wearing my favorite dress
and perfume.

Tell the Holy Spirit
to guard my love tenderly,
to kiss him goodnight and
no sugar in his coffee, please.

At first I was a little effexor,
though my pulse hurried to get cipralex.


My dreams were ****** and clonex,
so trazodone I could barely feel my fingertips,
yet zodorm enough to wake up in a cuckoo's nest.


Pulling me out of my psychiatric diagnosis
was never as easy as pulling me out of my morals

and clothes.