Your words seem so magic
I can’t get enough of you
I can’t possibly get rid of you
Although I try we both try he tries she tries we all try
These words taste so salty
I can’t imagine how to get rid of them
I can’t imagine how to let them go
How not to taste them anymore
These words are so salty
So salty so salty so painless
They crush and cry
They rush and crumble this space
The space
This space is so hard and empty
What would possibly fill it
I can’t imagine
This space is so numb and lonely
I can’t imagine what would change it
These words speak so aimlessly
They are helpless
They are useless
They can’t fill this space
This space
These words are so empty
So empty
So empty
So empty so sad
So empty so sad
So empty so sad
They can’t overwhelm me
I can only taste them
And they taste like rain
Like sweat
Like tears
Like a car accident
The words are wet and salty
The words are sad and empty
The words are unable
Now I try again
To destroy the impotence of relationships
The lack of space
The lack of words
The impossible
Communication
The space is too big to fill
The words are too salty to speak
The jar is too small to empty
I am too small to empty
You are too small to empty
You are unable.
3:02 am
12 June, 2008
Monday, September 6, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
The Moon Dance
when I dance the moon dance
I hear magic tunes
half-moon
half orange half yellow
in front of my windows
awakening a mad passion of mine
I dance alone tonight
in remembrance of us
drops of sweat are going down my neck like tears
a lion lives in the forest
at the sea
observing my image under the orange moon
my body dancing a ritual dance
a sacred dance of longing
I cry sweet tears –
where have you been?
this is my body that I devote to you tonight
to you – my still lion of jungles
to you – my sweetest queen
a drop of sweat slides down my neck
to my shoulder and then below
to my breast
I breast
my breasts
touching your breasts
when our naked bodies dance at night
I dance
a cancer in the sand connects to the moon
we share a secret
we sweat
we dive in lovemaking
the moon tonight swallowed the sun and gave birth to us –
two creatures so close to each other
in between water and fire
so perfectly in love
I hear magic tunes
half-moon
half orange half yellow
in front of my windows
awakening a mad passion of mine
I dance alone tonight
in remembrance of us
drops of sweat are going down my neck like tears
a lion lives in the forest
at the sea
observing my image under the orange moon
my body dancing a ritual dance
a sacred dance of longing
I cry sweet tears –
where have you been?
this is my body that I devote to you tonight
to you – my still lion of jungles
to you – my sweetest queen
a drop of sweat slides down my neck
to my shoulder and then below
to my breast
I breast
my breasts
touching your breasts
when our naked bodies dance at night
I dance
a cancer in the sand connects to the moon
we share a secret
we sweat
we dive in lovemaking
the moon tonight swallowed the sun and gave birth to us –
two creatures so close to each other
in between water and fire
so perfectly in love
Saturday, July 31, 2010
* * *
Blessed are the Fridays when he enters you,
His soft hands and skin
That caress your soul...
Blessed are his hands when they shake you.
And even if they hurt you,
blessed are they.
No matter how hard is it, you have to carry it.
As blessed are the lips that kiss
And blessed are the hands that carry.
His soft hands and skin
That caress your soul...
Blessed are his hands when they shake you.
And even if they hurt you,
blessed are they.
No matter how hard is it, you have to carry it.
As blessed are the lips that kiss
And blessed are the hands that carry.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Bread and Chocolate
* Midnight is yet too early. It’s not even a proper night, it doesn’t count. At midnight we begin to wake up after the evening’s nap. We might even have a late dinner and sit on the balcony with tea or wine. There’s a cool breeze on the balcony, but one can feel that it has been a long hot day. The city is tired, the city cools down. Sounds are getting fewer, movements are becoming slower, smells are brought and then taken away by the night breeze. You enjoy this pace, because you just woke up and feel as slow as this night. I recognize your sly smile, when you tell me ‘the night is young’. Our love is also young – young and charming, like you, my most beautiful woman.
* You taste like chocolate – sweet and solid, a slightly bitter taste of a dark chocolate. I can taste it only when we are alone, when no annoying noise is disturbing our ears. For you and me, the time like this comes during late nights, even in the city. The summer night is when the sound of a passing car reaches the room every now and then and the air is heavy, when the breath is also heavy and only two bodies are left alone – alone in a large or a tiny bedroom.
* Your taste is that of a chocolate, which melts in the heat. Thick substance that is most delicious when being licked. At the first touch it is warm, but at the same time, a bit dry and solid. However, now it’s ready to start melting, just expects a touch of a tongue. The tongue. My tongue touches your softness and warmness. Before this touch I breathe your aroma and prepare myself. The first touch is tender and cautious. This looks more like trying, tasting, which can only last for several seconds, because it is hard to resist the temptation, it is hard to fight the need… And then, your taste is hot chocolate – the hot liquid pleasure.
* It is such a luxury to be together, in our intimate space, alone, two creatures locked up in a bedroom. The walls are protecting you and me, and the sun and the moonlight love us. Everything what is happening within these walls, behind these windows and behind these curtains is hidden from the gaze of the outside world, of the streets, of the universe. Here, our love is safe and brave. Here, we explore each others bodies – fields, mountains, rivers and paths. Here, our flowers bloom under the sun and when it snows, our love doesn’t go to sleep in the winter’s cold; when it snows our love changes its skin and is born anew in the reliable comfort of this house.
* You taste like bread – a bit salty, thick and native. Your smell is the smell of the freshly baked bread – in the white sheets under the sunshine you radiate and intoxicate me. Everything around has the color of milk and amber. Your smell is the odor of the hot bread, which fills the room with strong aroma and makes me want to immediately satisfy my hunger, then and there. When you open up in front of me, I see wheat fields in the summer afternoon, when the heat stands in the air almost like steam – thick, stirring, but still transparent… And then I feel your taste – salty and hot, and I’m unable to stop.
* 24 Hours – sometimes you’re bread, sometimes you’re chocolate; for me both of them delicious, necessary, important and more. You are more than I can express. I want you more and endlessly and always.
* At night we are mystic plants that feed each other and drink each other’s water. We are two long stems that entangle each other, meet in a knot, break free, entangle again and grow. When we make love, a green glow shines from within our bodies and spreads around the room. When we are together, animals and reptiles appear in the room, wild plants grow and a flow of streams can be heard. When we are asleep, the air is filled with the smell of rain and when we wake up, sun appears or disappears and insects begin to sing. At night, we master the nature like witches.
* Sunshine comes into the room through a window and next to it I see you standing on a balcony with a glass of water. White and yellow lights captivate me. I want to come out, embrace you and let our neighbors see that we are together. I want to break these four walls, which protect us and, at the same time, suppress us with its loving hostility. And if love is young, than love has to be free as well.
* You taste like chocolate – sweet and solid, a slightly bitter taste of a dark chocolate. I can taste it only when we are alone, when no annoying noise is disturbing our ears. For you and me, the time like this comes during late nights, even in the city. The summer night is when the sound of a passing car reaches the room every now and then and the air is heavy, when the breath is also heavy and only two bodies are left alone – alone in a large or a tiny bedroom.
* Your taste is that of a chocolate, which melts in the heat. Thick substance that is most delicious when being licked. At the first touch it is warm, but at the same time, a bit dry and solid. However, now it’s ready to start melting, just expects a touch of a tongue. The tongue. My tongue touches your softness and warmness. Before this touch I breathe your aroma and prepare myself. The first touch is tender and cautious. This looks more like trying, tasting, which can only last for several seconds, because it is hard to resist the temptation, it is hard to fight the need… And then, your taste is hot chocolate – the hot liquid pleasure.
* It is such a luxury to be together, in our intimate space, alone, two creatures locked up in a bedroom. The walls are protecting you and me, and the sun and the moonlight love us. Everything what is happening within these walls, behind these windows and behind these curtains is hidden from the gaze of the outside world, of the streets, of the universe. Here, our love is safe and brave. Here, we explore each others bodies – fields, mountains, rivers and paths. Here, our flowers bloom under the sun and when it snows, our love doesn’t go to sleep in the winter’s cold; when it snows our love changes its skin and is born anew in the reliable comfort of this house.
* You taste like bread – a bit salty, thick and native. Your smell is the smell of the freshly baked bread – in the white sheets under the sunshine you radiate and intoxicate me. Everything around has the color of milk and amber. Your smell is the odor of the hot bread, which fills the room with strong aroma and makes me want to immediately satisfy my hunger, then and there. When you open up in front of me, I see wheat fields in the summer afternoon, when the heat stands in the air almost like steam – thick, stirring, but still transparent… And then I feel your taste – salty and hot, and I’m unable to stop.
* 24 Hours – sometimes you’re bread, sometimes you’re chocolate; for me both of them delicious, necessary, important and more. You are more than I can express. I want you more and endlessly and always.
* At night we are mystic plants that feed each other and drink each other’s water. We are two long stems that entangle each other, meet in a knot, break free, entangle again and grow. When we make love, a green glow shines from within our bodies and spreads around the room. When we are together, animals and reptiles appear in the room, wild plants grow and a flow of streams can be heard. When we are asleep, the air is filled with the smell of rain and when we wake up, sun appears or disappears and insects begin to sing. At night, we master the nature like witches.
* Sunshine comes into the room through a window and next to it I see you standing on a balcony with a glass of water. White and yellow lights captivate me. I want to come out, embrace you and let our neighbors see that we are together. I want to break these four walls, which protect us and, at the same time, suppress us with its loving hostility. And if love is young, than love has to be free as well.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
The New
I have belittled my mind while being with you
I have belittled my vocabulary
And I speak simple emotions
I have been belittled
And simplified
After all these months of knowing you
My mind has narrowed
And I have learned to think less
Or think simple
Or even not to think at all
- This last one ought to be a really big deal a big achievement
Instead I mourn the lost complexity
I long for delays for days of uncertainty
Even though I do not long for you
- since you’re always within –
I still long for you
I long for you
With a quiet longing
Because secretly
Just a while ago
I have developed something new and exciting
Like an extra limb
The fifth one
That I cannot see
Nor touch
Because my two eyes look only forward
And my two hands move only to the front
I have belittled myself
Through our simple connection
That has deep within
Grown an extra limb –
A limb of care
Of belonging
Of nurture
The limb of love
I have belittled my vocabulary
And I speak simple emotions
I have been belittled
And simplified
After all these months of knowing you
My mind has narrowed
And I have learned to think less
Or think simple
Or even not to think at all
- This last one ought to be a really big deal a big achievement
Instead I mourn the lost complexity
I long for delays for days of uncertainty
Even though I do not long for you
- since you’re always within –
I still long for you
I long for you
With a quiet longing
Because secretly
Just a while ago
I have developed something new and exciting
Like an extra limb
The fifth one
That I cannot see
Nor touch
Because my two eyes look only forward
And my two hands move only to the front
I have belittled myself
Through our simple connection
That has deep within
Grown an extra limb –
A limb of care
Of belonging
Of nurture
The limb of love
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
The Art of Feeling
The art of feeling,
Not the art of expressing,
Is what I dare to say
I own.
Your fingers inside me,
Not your lips pressed to mine,
Is what I dare to say
I want.
I never demand anything from you
Although I secretly hope you will,
Sooner or later
(I hope sooner than later),
Dare…
Please dare to want me
I am all ready for you.
I stare at you,
At the back of your neck
Where I imagine
To leave a wet mark
With my tongue’s touch.
I imagine
Tasting the saltiness
Of your skin’s sweat
Under the open sky
Against the sun.
I want you to love me
In a hot summer day
In the afternoon
Deep inside of me
Where the whole world lies for you to uncover.
Not the art of expressing,
Is what I dare to say
I own.
Your fingers inside me,
Not your lips pressed to mine,
Is what I dare to say
I want.
I never demand anything from you
Although I secretly hope you will,
Sooner or later
(I hope sooner than later),
Dare…
Please dare to want me
I am all ready for you.
I stare at you,
At the back of your neck
Where I imagine
To leave a wet mark
With my tongue’s touch.
I imagine
Tasting the saltiness
Of your skin’s sweat
Under the open sky
Against the sun.
I want you to love me
In a hot summer day
In the afternoon
Deep inside of me
Where the whole world lies for you to uncover.
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