Time

he is the master of my  time
old and fat with his  pirate hat

rolling over his bare feet
on gorgeous barrel of  Rum

one barrel … rolling through the rough sea

 the man the barrel and the waves

they are the symbol of the  time

a time that i cant understand

but i am here, living
and he is there counting, turning and laughing

I do not know what it means
he just sent me a vivid picture

he wants me to believe that he’s a cartoon
but he  is nothas been for so long.jpg

and   mercilessly he cast  an   enigma into  the time

But this has  been  for so long!

Please!

This has  been for so long!

 

 

The Butt

Pigmalion and GalateaTo the Butt
everything belongs

your  discrete look

or your primitive  feelings

She is City, landscape, sculpture

Poetry!

She is there to be adored

the chaste man worship her in silence
the fearless man   whistles along the way
so nonchalantly
The intimacy of look

She  is the morning’s bread or the  elegant sandwich

It is longing that fills your  eyes

perfect in any color and  rounded shape
She has innocent forms
Forever

Proud when passing  through and when venerated
So, so sweet

Redemption

7 Deadly Sins shrouded in secrecy

who idolizes her  loves more

much more

on her ,  rest your timid gaze
And without knowing why
arouse inside you memories

of

sweet spanking, pinching and biting

To the butt
everything belongs

your  discrete look

 your primitive  feelings

Just Another Day!!!!

I was reading “horoscope for the Day”
they sent to me a pretty Quote
to repeat it
a thousand times
and to wait…..

I think for the benefits

…………..

I have to confess
i dont like too much
to have to wait or do things
in the same way or  use the last words….
repeatedly

one of my few qualities
be on time and learn fast

Oh! I’ve been wait for you!!!
Or
“I love you”

Oh! How i am cinic when i pretend
that i believe
but
i just get embarrassed
and not knowing what to say

but what i wanted to say or scream loud
is
Please, that is not necessary
i am being polite… that is all….

that doesn’t mean
I am not romantic

I am….. Sometimes….
i like candles lit and the reflex that it does
weaving all forms in a misty way
as if that moment were  unreal
and it is
at least to me and brief

Terrified here!
with myself

Because the dim light it is fading
and taking away all my feelings20150329_150116
It is just another day!

The Grenadine Inside

GrenadineSome people, the mostly, they see all with blue lenses

I envy them….

I love the blue too you know

but i am unable to find my contact lens

As others do….

I am always banging my head

or stumbling and cursing

sad or feeling bad ~  Grenadine Color ~

slamming all doors as i was the angry wind

Blind

problems with the clearness too

i spend more than i can

i drink beer and i love sleep until later

I left people crazy with my silence

indifferent to people’s feeling

I am sarcastic, ironic

 

Alone in this world!

 

I pretend and i lie too

just to complete the story

 

this hole inside it is so big and dark

that sometimes i feel as it should swallow me

at once
and i’ll never get see the other’s blue
again

But then i envy all this, emerging from my color

i hit my head, i stumble, i curse

and sometimes, just sometimes

i open my heart

damned!!! It burns……

An Armored Man

an armored man bought  a bread
a french bread … a sliced bread
starving as you are… you have to eat
pure… enjoying the salt
that it’ll give you the life
another night the same man
buy the same bread to you
and your thoughts guiding you to a remembrance
when you had
something more than a salted piece of bread
on your table
and you see yourself
alone… aloneBread

The Orange Tree…

i thought she would not get in my memory
but there She is…. the remembering of my Orange Tree

when i was green and free ~ inside ~
and i used to sit down below her sinous feet

all that is fresh and good came out from my Orange Tree
the smell , the open form, the way how She moves up on the hill
almost playing with me… helped by the wind to give more grace
and my enchanted eyes to applaud

~such purity~

you can watch when you are ready
a pause inside and the most beautiful show ~could start~
one branch, sometimes touch your face
a glitter, thousands of sparkles
a caress if you dare to feel it
all scents in the world involves
you flooding you
if you dare ~to plunge~

~such rebirth~

All this comes from my Orange Tree…
green , tall and whatever you expect
and all changes ~ for you and around you~

the mysterious scent the magnificent ballet
a feast to any soul… if you want and stop there to feel
to fill you of faith …on men…on humanity ….on your own  God

It is just a tree….but you just right now….have yours
inside your living roommy orange tree

To me it is just my memory of one special
Orange Tree….

Bubbles ~ inside my chest~

And the bubbles ~ still acting and doing your job~

Fizzy

with all their colors ~ reflected by the sun~

or not reflecting hardly anything

Soap_bubbles-jurvetsonBecause

they are just tiny bubbles in a cauldron

~fleeting~ and sometimes useless
For Someone that see …They do that with a distant look or maybe because is beautiful to see and easy to flee
For me that blow it up and cast it in the air to everybody see

OH! No, they are  not indifferent feelings….it is despair
there was not a study for small and colorful bubbles…loose in the air

 

I think it  is because there is not time to sort them, measure them and finally label them….
So they are out there….Free and unknown
~thousands ~ inside my chest

Where Poetry comes from?

From where ?
I am thinking about that…since you told me ” how much”.????..So you obliges me to think…it’s too much reality to me my friend….What i know that is not something that i posses and arrives as the same way when i cry…never knowing why?

My company is always the doubt , solitude and  some sense of aesthetic …. inside me, deeply, has a cauldron…like the witches have….bubbling and brimming…. sometimes rainbow’s colors sometimes poison… That it is not fair…knowing anything…explaining less and bubbles everywhere….

My Poetry rules myself with such nonchalance …demanding from me a secular and monastic  posture… as religion …i can not be poetry if not all moments in life..changing without explanations… feelings captured from others becoming my….
I am at autumn’s age, still finding myself in many ways, colors, sorrows..
So i have to give up to think ..it is not so important…since i still preserves the bubbles inside me…. and i am releasing them slowly ….. thought sometimes i need to overflow.

bubbles

BIG WAVES OF LOVE

We did all the things on bed. Now i ‘ll teach how is my big wave of  love.

You are on bed I am by your side and roll on top of you. Pressing my hand on your chest. Everything that is unexpected cause intense impression . I am now your unexpected love.

I am here to  share that with you.

I Put you inside me. Gently.  After having prepared you. The way you like.lunar-eclipse-2010

You are excited not anxious, just a little anticipation . You immediately start move.  No, I say, low.  Stay still!  And you obey! I hold your hands and pull you on my direction. Sit ! See my eyes while i see yours and feel.Just Feel.

You are throbbing inside me. Your only move is that. And startled, fixing on my eyes. You don’t understand don’t you?

Don’t move e let the emotion flows.

As soon as you relaxes the magic starts to happens.

I don’t know how you feel.

I see that you start to be empty.

Dissipate,  on A big hole on your chest.

Your Plexus.

Where it all comes.

Is like i stole something from you. Something so great that you never knew it before.
Quietly.

The emotion increases. your body is suffering but loving at same proporcion. You start know all your feelings inside you. At once! And realize that is your immense love taking form on your body, going directly to me . Yes, i am stolen that from you and you from me too.
Without force and moves. Just staring each others and using our hands to caress. You can pinch me or bite me with tenderness if you want.

You are so surprise. So shocked. Because you don’t knew that love was so great. We almost can touch it. Such force without dissipation

. Love is, alert to a single new vibration, a subtle touch, a kiss on the neck.
Let the mind behind and dont think on your needed body . The nature of your heart will give the poetical cadence and it will increase your passion. You are pure pulsing and wanting. You and me are nothing, but together.

My eyes is on yours .

And i continue draining his strength. No one single move yet. Just touching you and slipping hands on your body.You are hard and i am hot.

And you come without losing energy, with only slight movements inside me. One, twice, thrice. Little by little. Moaning and come.

From your plexus to your sex. And the next !

I can’t sustain this for long time. Because you are not prepare for that. Is your first time. I’ll abbreviate your stand on heaven. Just for 15 or 20 minutes.
This control is an extension of your pleasure!

This Is enduring and more erotic how much you accept that. Don’t try elaborate nothing. Just go. Close your eyes and go .

I know you are ready now .Watering eyes? Me too. Is our affection for each other growing.

Now we are ready for the body.
Your delightful  came in several waves . Not the big one. Your body learned fast and unconsciously hold itself for this moment.
I start to move searching my pleasure. Circling you with my hips.

You grab me and moan and cry!

Another spasms arrives.

You are in collapse. Without force. But wanting more.

I increase the moves now i go in an out, up and down. Our bodies move in tune. And i see in your eyes and your face all the beauty of your twenties.