in her secret life




I’m in love with a man who loves Loneliness.

He needs it just like people need air.

Every night, he makes friends with his nightmares;

and in his unconsciousness, Loneliness leaves him a kiss.

He wakes up, next to me and lingers his cheek,

where the last night secret kiss was placed.



Excuse me, sir.

Could you please pass this letter

to the man that you see in the mirror?

When his life’s getting busier,

tell him to sleep earlier;

tell him not to skip dinner.

‘Cause I don’t want to see his eyes grow darker.

If by chance, he looks at the mirror

and finds you standing there sir.

Please help me pass this letter,

and tell him that I miss my lover.

Her kiss.

Last night she kissed a tattoo on his chest,

where his heart beat the same as the day they met-

clumsily and uncontrollably mad-

while her lips stain was burning red,

like a poison from the Death –

fatal yet irresistible.

“Take me”, he begged.


Dear, do you calculate?

“Nope”, I bet you would say.

Your eyebrows always make a curve,

when I talk about numbers.

But have you noticed ever?

It’s 122 days we’ve been together; and

already 10 nights I depressed my cheek on your shoulder.


And in 24 hours of a day,

54,000 seconds alone I would stay_

turn my jazz on, sit on the window sill and wait

’til 2 hands of the clock shape an angle of 30 degree

and you would come back to me,

leaving hungry touches over my thirsty body_

And love would sweep through the night,

as if there would never be goodbyes.


After all, I know… they’re just numbers

that one day I will not remember.

But dear, does it really matter?

My boring calculations make me happier,

everyday when the numbers keep growing bigger.


And I’m grateful that we’re still together.


Love you.



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.

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!

Thousands kisses

Dear, what will you do when we meet again?

Will you press me onto wall and drive me insane?

Or push me down and force me under your reign?

All schemes sound nice but not my appetite.

As darling, I would rather die

In your thousands kisses at the first sight.



Dear, how’s your new city?

You’re sailing too far from Home

where you’re meant to be.

On the sidewalk, neon signs are pretty.

You rush through faces that you never see.

Will you remember me

when you’re lost in a thousand seas?


You cast a spell on me.

Now, it’s losing its magic.

The rope is being loosen,

kisses are faded.

Answer me:

Will you be afraid?

if one day,

my eyes stop

looking for yours.

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