In the soft night wrapped in lust
We slept after a long time away,
And still with eyes shut
Our lips were already finding their way.
Our hands were working alone,
Undressing our clothes and touching our skin
And our fingers were sliding by their own
Igniting our senses within.
By flames we were consumed
And our bodies were melting into eachother
When we finally woke up and realized
Already were were making love to one another.
A guru once said that passion is not love
And only from possession comes suffering
As with attachment comes sorrow;
That a lover should be happy with contemplation.
I believed his words while you were here
With no reason to prove otherwise,
Until the day you changed your fate
And I realized how wrong my mind was.
In that day I questioned everything in a violent scream
And my heart was ruined with the thought
That I have not loved you, but only possessed you.
But quickly my mind was changed
Because I knew to be guilty of both ideas;
That I had possessed you with passion,
But I would let you go with love.
We walked on the beach of christals and shells
That made a cloak under the morning sun,
And I heard the echos of fresh waves
That spread into our feet and knees.
I took a deep breath of see air
While the sun sparkled our skin.
Meanwhile she laughed, I heard,
Between the harmony of voice and song.
We touched the foam of the waves
With a hand that wants to take the whole sea
And we threw this salty flakes in the air.
In our eyes they came down and languished,
And their simplicity made me know
That our souls were united a long time ago.
I don’t tell you love poems,
Nor do I mention my fiery thoughts,
So I can better see you in the moments
That stay in my memory to never be lost.
With interlaced hands we wander,
And while distracted you walk,
I dream and bring you to my fantasies
Not letting you know my hidden thoughts.
In a brief look I admire your freckles
On your polished glossy skin
And I bring your laughing eyes within.
But I keep my words locked up
And my voice in a deep sleep
To cherish the rare moments that make me weep.
From your long hair that extends into your liny back,
To your thigh that bears your noble weight,
In naked pose I caught you in a photograph,
And your divine figure still ignites me to this date.
Timid and noble you witnessed me,
And covered yourself in our sheets.
You laughed with your rosey cheeks
Trying to hide from my naughty view.
I laughed too and rushed to you,
To invade the soft veil you were in,
But your beautiful breasts you were hiding still.
When in hasty move I finally kissed you,
While you were hiding your desire
I grabbed your hips and we mixed in fire.
Solitude in the sense of blessing –
I find peace in my being
just by witnessing the luminosity
of this orbiting beauty.
Today the moon is full,
the reflection reaches a climax,
sharing the most beautiful of space stations.
It highlights the subtle movement of the clouds,
not overshadowing the constellations.
Its cluster has shades of orange and blue,
similar to a nebula,
a gaseous cosmic dust
that beautifies the view.
This particle in the vast cosmos
has the power to make a magical night
orchestrating all around,
creating the atmosphere of a peaceful sight
where I cannot hear a sound.
I grow happiness beyond the smile
or the suffering.
Don’t feed illusions of the senses,
or fleeting insults.
Like protected arrows
by flashy shells,
these echo so far,
far away from my core;
where my resonance is fluid
and the serenity pristine.
There is a distance in the spirit
away from distractions of sadness
or an anesthesia of joy;
where my soul finally dwells
full of empty memories.
She flies away,
I miss her skin.
When will she return?
My fire is untamable,
I will surely burn.
The waiting is long,
my fantasy is fierce.
I need her touch,
I need her lips.
The hungry wolf is now in charge,
he wants to possess her,
to bite her pure flesh,
to dominate her body for the night.
But the lonely wolf is lost.
He can only wonder,
create his fantasy.
He’ll keep waiting
Until she’s with me.
When she comes back to break the spell
the wolf dissolves itself in desire.
I am now myself,
she is now near me
and we’ll share our inner fire.
Overlying to reality
disguised as truth.
Manipulates the perspective,
consumes the sanity.
It is a stain over sobriety:
a mask built with layers,
just about to be polished
by the thirst of knowledge.
Words with no expression,
sealed for essence.
Misguided with intention.
That is the identity
of real manipulation.
So drop your philosophies,
beliefs and utopias,
and clean your mind from the pollution,
until you finally break the illusion.
The electromotive force,
the intrinsic Universal energy.
What guides the feeling,
where there’s no intellect.
The absence of judgement;
acceptance without acknowledgment,
unconditional without ponderation.
This is the cosmic oar
that rides through inifinity;
building and transforming,
reflecting and improving
the purest form of beauty.
It’s the virgin force with no opposite,
the nonexistent comparison
and the abstinence of analysis,
that has no face or resemblance,
only heart and goodness.
A toast to the purity
that in everything essentially consists.
Salvation of this mad world,
in case that one exists.