Another surprise,
musicians frozen in time,
hearts play their own tune
to the background of
water rushing steeply,
curls softly chime in
the blissful breeze
brushing gently,
lovers hold hands,
speak with their spirits.

Veins filled with fire
swollen, hot,
sensitive to your touch,
Pores seeping lust
call to your cravings,
Gasping, moaning,
I hold onto you,
try to whisper your name
as flames leap from my tongue
onto your skin,
burning into your soul.
Let me carve my flesh into yours.

Hesitation...
waiting for what we've waited,
I'm in your world with you,
rising and falling with you,
burning for
just past...
hesitation...

Arm around your broadness,
you kiss my cheek,
nuzzle my lips into submission;
we sway back onto pillows and blankets,
wearing only want...

Poison is not you,
never was.
First moment I tasted your lips,
I knew I had never tasted sweeter.
The night of our first embrace
has stayed with me;
tried to reject the plague
that filled my heart,
crushed my delight
as you disappeared into shadows.
You know that I felt tortured
as your sepia danced and darted,
spun me around into a whirlwind.
But you said 'never.' I knew you meant it.
So I trust you,
need your lion's paws on my shoulders,
your breath on my lips,
more than I need...
Memories of being with you,
deciding, begging for more,
memories drive me,
memories alive inside of me
beg you to pull me closer,
fill my hunger,
break my will,
bring me to a higher existence.
Be in me.

"Me and Chris" by Lluvia

Stronger than ever, my love for you,
surviving battles so thick
the ammo gone, bayonets left

Hearts trump spades,
and I see only diamonds in your eyes
as we lay down our mallets

Arms weary from swinging now rest
around your sore shoulders,
easing the aches, soaking in comfort

I kiss your cheek, your neck, your hair,
smelling the familiar,
tasting the known,
finding myself in you

Your sweet smile fills my heart,
and I know how lucky I am
to be this close to you,
and you let me love you

What is cannot be not

anymore than thoughts can be unthought

or hard lessons be untaught

than evening shadows uncast, startling discoveries unfound

truths unveiled remasked, pivotal moments rewound

sacred oaths unsworn, first kisses unsavored

children unborn, selfless acts unlabored,

blessed infants unchristened, false fortunes untold

new moons unrisen, desperate souls unsold

bewitching charms unconjured, pendulums unswayed

blazing touches unfelt, broken hearts unbetrayed

stories unimagined, Shakespeare's sonnets unsung

ideas unfashioned, Hemingway's tolls unrung

timid glances unstolen, ardent lusts unsimmered

familiar bodies unbeholden, shameful secrets unwhispered

brisk mornings unbroken, past days rehoured

regretful words unspoken, virtuous maidens reflowered

doors reopened, fruits untasted

lives relived, lives unwasted

rains undropped

ends of lives unstopped...

Un día

La Ría

quizá esculpa un círculo

al arroyo de que fluyó.

En este momento quiere desembocarse

en el océano.


One day

The River

may sculpt a circle

to the stream from which she flowed.

For now, she seeks to flow

into the ocean.

*La poeta añadió (-se) al verbo 'desembocar' personificar La Ría.

*In Spanish, 'the river' is usually masculine, but I changed it to feminine as I did La Cuerpa (The Body) in In The Tomb . It is more difficult to feminize nouns in English without adding too many undesired words.

I want you to feel

the burn of me

even after

your scars I leave

are no longer visible.

Sueño de ser* en Chile

con mi corazón divino,

de compartir poemas

y besos rojos de vino;


Aprendemos la cueca

y nos amamos sin duda

en el país de poetas,

de Mistral y Neruda;


Me da empanadas

con tus dedos cariñosos,

la boca te disfruta,

te doy uvas de mis labios;


En las olas verdes

de amor, nos perdemos;


En las arenas de oro,

nos descubrimos;


En confianzas azules,

nos protegemos;


De los acantilados

de nosotros, nos caemos.


Sueñes de mi esta noche,

corazón,

Sueño de ti,

mi salvación.




*Yo escogí usar el verbo 'ser' en vez de 'estar' poner énfasis en el sentido de ser uno con mi amante.

Blue crystals are born in the mist
from warm intermittent gusts
of dampness from pouting caves

Hills fall three times as quickly
as they rise

Caressing deciboas slither
through cotton fields and denim deserts

pausing to tantalizingly squeeze

the hind's rear limbs
with just enough pressure
to escalate the pulse rate
and trigger a jolt

Burning baobab blaze ascends
to the heaving hills, descends
to cratered ponds filled with heptane isomers

Tribal drums pound a narcotic rhythm
to April's goddess

Urgent anxiety for the moored
sacrifice abandoned

while the sanguinous lion whetted
his voracious appetite and perused
each leaf and frond
on his growling ramble to the shrine

Weary sojourner slept just before dawn.

Weighty curtains dropped like trailer doors

en la calle de perdición a Paseo Colón;

dreams of a melancholy whore

danced fluidly on sparkling, tawny sand,

flirted playfully with teasing waves,

nimbly avoided pink-lavender tentacles

reaching through el sueño's haze...

Dream visitor left a gift-- a smile,

suave voz tranquilo me susurró una cosa,

a thing nearest peace in a long while.

Hoy, no me siento triste puta sola.




*Inspiration for the title comes from Memoria de Mis Putas Tristes/Memories of My Melancholy Whores by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. The city of Paseo Colón is where the narrator (of the story) lives.

*I used my poetic license to make "voz" masculine for my vision.

Sangría,

este día,

tu poción poderosa me encanta,

con mi razón confundida juega,

me da un flor de esperanza,

y mi cisterna de soledad llena.

Tu juicio tomar,

tu fruta comer,

es a mi invitar

tu ruta aprender.

Mi alma leal no tiene miedo

de tus manos, de ojos fervientes;

me promete el profundo cielo

de nuestros cuerpos celestes.

Me voy contigo, mi amante, hoy,

con alegre y entusiada corazón;

propias promesas extasiadas te doy,

te doy con apasionada devoción.


¡Sangría!

Take my hand.

Let me lure you down

the path of sin

where you have been--

and

--try to avoid thinking,

pondering, wishing, yearning for dusk

to throw stone

colored shadows

over your

footprints, your

tire tracks, your

headlights.

Come to me here

in my cave forbidden

full of wonder hidden

beneath thick, lush

vines that have not been parted

since God knows when.

Taste the sweet water

from the sacred fount that flows within.

Feel the walls smooth as silk

under the fingertips.

Breathe the perfume

of strawberry blossoms,

of the red-pink fruit flesh,

ripe to touch

to taste

to savor.

Take your time.

Relish the virtuous fruits

of temptation

for I may never

offer them again.

Tempting strawberry

ripens at room temperature;

her luscious fragrance

evokes wetness.

Craving fingers

pull back velvet leaves

to wrap lips around

vibrant, pink-red fruit-flesh.

Engorged naga

glides slowly but eagerly

over tiny seed bumps.

Ivory wedges

savor the initial resistance,

relish her juices

as her flesh pushes open

then closes around them.

Desire consumes

the entire sweet berry,

all the way up to the velvet.

Taste my fruits,

_______ripe, fresh, sweet

Drink my juice,

________on your knees

Kiss my thighs,

________a thousand times

Fill my bowl,

_______fill my soul

My fondue is all lit up.
Why couldn't you be here to share?
I dip my finger for a small sup.
Mmmm, I suck, leave it there.
Sticky, sweet on my lips.
Berries or bananas, what's my choice?
Going for the fruit, swaying hips,
long wood pokes, berry juice!
I'll come again for the long yellow,
but now the berries call my name.
Too bad you missed this, silly fellow.
Maybe next time you can light my flame.

Last night I dreamed of you
and smiled

Song birds each calling to
the other

This morning sounds of Spring
greet me

I send to you on soaring wings
a kiss

To warm you until our feathers
may touch

these things i miss

more than a kiss

on the lips

hands on hips

curvy, swaying hips

is a kiss on the mind

a truth to find

a know to share

a quest to dare

is a thrill of the soul

that makes me whole

that gives me peace

like no other release

but i still like to do it

so let's get to it

where is the one

can there be only one

who can handle it