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THE WOMAN.

in her secret life

Month

February 2017

Sailing.

Dear, I wonder now where you are.

You always sail among the stars,letting life taking you far.

I’m worried if your journey is hard.

I hope it’s not.

Cause I don’t want to see on your skin: scars.

Take care, my dearest.

Much love from a lover afar.

Smell.

Darling, I don’t know you much.

Well…I guess I don’t want to.

Sometimes, too much knowing kills.

So, I chose to let it still.

 

All I know is the smell of you.

The scent of damp spring grass in a foggy morning,

of the cologne you put the first night we met,

of touches and kisses when lights turn low,

and of your warm chest where my cheek perfectly fits in.

HOME.

Been alone since 23

He tries to laugh and be happy

But I know it to be quite contrary.

No place’s like home.

 

His home,

where stars’re shining on the night sky,

fills brightly in his heavy eyes

and his tired mind.

All he want is one more Saturday night,

dancing on the other Earth’s side.

 

He keeps longing

‘Til a day…

ANOTHER DAY.

I don’t count

days we’re apart.

another day

ends_

when the sun

goes down

like gold.

 

In a glittering

river of time,

floats my body.

My mind is lost

in the riverhead

of time

when the sun

is dead.

Wants.

I want you to smile when thinking of me in a sudden glimpse of mind.

I want you to send me food photos if you enjoy your lunch and think I would too if I were with you.

I want you to play Chantal’s Besame Mucho at least once a week and recall my kisses on your cheek.

I want you to leave a place on your bed at the left side as you know it’s where I’m sleeping one night.

I want you to keep rhyming cause you’re getting better. A little cheer up that makes you feel lighter.

Last but not least,

I want you to want me.

Honestly.

Reddest yet bluest.

Mahogany, melancholy

You are the reddest yet bluest melody.

Drown me, lift me, suffocate me.

I’m dying happily in the midst of your tragedy.

You’re such a clever felony!

You.

 A firing star, a burning scar_

Of love and lost.

O’yes, you are!

Somehow, somewhere

Southern stars shone bright,

engraving your name on my sky.

Vivid night-wishes of mine soared high,

entwining me to my Valentine.

Now is now and you’re still mine.

Time doesn’t matter when you’re by my side.

Home is where we’re under at the same sky.

Farewell, one day, will redden my eyes.

East winds will blow wild outside your flights.

But memories of our naked nights 

Remain in a sacred shrine

Underneath the moon when seven stars align.

And when life goes by

Round and round like the sharp edge of a knife

You will stay somehow, somewhere in my mind.

Timepiece 

Love is love is love is love.

Nights I stay up late

and you are deep in sleep.

Secretly, I send you a kiss

and put a poem at your doorway_

A letter to be uncovered-

a lover to be lingered

at the beginning of a day.

Love is love is love is love.

Believe me when I always say

I’m ready for your walkaway.

Cause I know at the end you can’t stay.

One day, when you’re back to the horizon where I don’t exist in,

I’ll keep an invisible tattoo on my pale yellow skin_

Of a soon-be-gone love,

a piece of time 

when I’m still

.

.

.

with you.

Love is love is love is love.

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