longinghe sit behind those windows
as a right ~minimal~

thinking Alone ~ exhausted~
gleaming as a solid  carved figure
so real ~so heavy ~
A silent message from a silhouette
intense and living

steps disturbing  his thought
far away….but coming

breaking  away the not shared  thoughts

~to search for  ~ a little of love~
a tactile hand paused on his head
fingers entwining the hair
a cozy breath a warm touch
a tender kiss on his back
another deep breath
fall apart  ~ the guaranteed silence~

he stands up ~knowing~

Economic Feelings
to the life

Capricious Moon

I turned the moon with my hands
so blue, so soft

I pressed her against my chest
feeling a ripple of love

suddenly ~she was no longer my moon~
became wane, with 2 silvered  tips to hurt meteto de estrelas
~scared~ i let her fall to the ground

the star-dust from my eyes,
made the way brighter

~bright blue and soft again~
then i hung up her on my ceiling
I played some stars
to adorn my dream
and went to sleep

capricious moon!!!!

Avenue of My Body. day 12 napowrimo


M Morgan ~

you pick up your brush
since gave up his words
and draws a line
and says that I am

I’m a bit more than that
2 dashes already enough

I take your hands
and gently paint some words
you no longer understands
then I paint my picture

I’m a bit more than that
2 dashes not enough

then, by drawing on me
which carbon paper
to see if you remember
Who I Am

I’m a bit more than that
a silhouette is not enough

A ghost you say
want something more solid?
open your hands
black ink seeping through his fingers

I’m a bit more than that
invisible ink and so thin

Black and white
really try scribble my Body
So I am
The pale line again

Copyright 2012 M Morgan