I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

He skimmed and slipped over
Your skin, which he wished
Was his to touch; he stitched
His hand to yours and gripped

So hard you felt your bones,
Crush, curdle, you plead, don't let go
But he did, he tore away
Two weaved hands, they bled that day

Raw, afraid, with dread you felt
Your way through the darkness in which you dwelt
The hand it scarred, it left its marks
On the walls you scraped, bled, dried and marred

You send shivers down my spine when you walk in,
Cause the butterflies to flutter like mad.
When you look in my eyes,
You burn right through me.
You are the sunshine when my skies are clouded,
The light when I can't find the good in the world.
I could be all that you need,
You are all that I want.
My stomach knots when you are next to me,
You make me nervous and giddy.
I smile at the thought of you,
Quake in your presence.
You have all control over me,
And you don't even know it.

I used to sit by the window and stare for hours,
Look at the illuminated moon and how it resembled your face,
Watch the stars sparkle and try to connect the dots,
Searching for answers lost in thought.

Do you love me?

Can you feel the intensity of every breath I take?
Can you feel the pain, when my heart aches?
How do you feel, when our bodies merge?
When I submerge and we converge?

I get a rush when I hold your hand,
A powerful feeling that most wouldn’t understand,
There was a time.

What would you do to see me smile?
To see me laugh like a newborn child?
Would you feel my flesh and wipe my tears?
Would you hold me close and embrace my fears?

Trust.

I long for this love that we once had,
I wish I could still see that brightly lit path,
But we now walk this troubled trail,
As we lose ourselves in this twisted tale.

The hues of fall may lift our souls,
But the leaves still fall,
The tress will soon unclothe.

I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.

Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.

Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.

As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.

She asks if I am OK
I love you then,
well if that is true when all is well
I feel the ominous Clock, like the raven
like death, the breath of empty space
We are freezing together here,
when we huddle together
our skin entangles and soothes,
you are pure
I feel it with the glide
of your hand. You touch
You heal.
Gravity sinks us down lower
to the world of family,
to relationships
to morals
to father time,
You're running from me,
you probably should.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.