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This suave way

Can it be . . . this suave way?
His . . .
Hand touching my long fingers
Smile opening my lips
Gaze breaking my heart
Body turning me into a torch?


Can it be . . . this strange way?
My . . .
Word, a phrase that he keeps finishing
Steps that sound like his . . .
Expression that I can see on his face
Desire that is bringing to me his power?


I know, he knows how our words and voices
Have been filling the air of deeds of love.
I am mortal and great,
I found my world, now a bit larger
And for him my miracles are also known . . .

I see through you . . . I AM . . . I AM . . .

I AM . . . I AM . . .
Do not fake me
I am and he knows . . .
He will wait . . .

He wants me happy and sure . . .
He wants me glittering in the rain
In the storm
My hair electrically enraged

He wants me in the mountain,
Embracing the deep vale
He wants me sure of love, of passion
He wants me fantastically alive . . .

I AM A WOMAN
That shines now and ever . . . It's me obsessively me
Dancing with my flowers, sublime, warming each petal
With my hands, without touching . . .
So delicate they are . . . and invisible veils covering them . . .

I wait in front of my door and say
It's open for you . . . for me as well . . .
I am one only one . . . the child that cries . . .
The stiletto woman reading poems of love . . .

I am the woman that listens . . .
Chorales waving through meadows
I am . . . Dare me, braking the mould of the past
Fearful to step and lose

I AM A WOMAN
Dotted of clothes that love me . . .
Knocking down no ending pavements with my hills
Giving a drop of water to one chrysalis

I splatter tears on my mirror
Reborn, back as woman on his voice,
Sweating youth through the vapour
Rounding alleys down like a southern gitana

I AM A WOMAN

I am . . .
Today I feel and I suffer
Tomorrow I feel and I bliss

Find

A name in your garden,
ready to be planted
A face in your canal,
ready to be stirred
A heart in your mirror,
ready to be burst . . .

And my refuge

And my refuge, where is it now?
Where to find those sweet arms?
Enveloping me in an effulgent desire
Dark steps down and up of orange juice . . .
Tastes of love and satin
In days of rose, green mirrored water
And tongues spiking candid bodies . . .

Yet a mind free - soiled? On trust lost?
Or blood deterred in cold spirit?
Giving all, yes, yet feeling less . . .
Not in her world, love full of lust
Trapped, I? Perhaps a battled mind.

Promise

I have promised to be with you . . .
And I am with you . . .


Ah, the glitter . . .
the woman that just left
the scent still lingering
the last movement of the neck
the chin, ah . . . the chin . . . up . . . always up!


It is not cold

The eyes blink twice, more . . . how many?

The Sun?. . . it does not die for her, it surrenders
and with it
the world outside . . .

Hers!

Ah, woman

Ah, woman that holds my hands
Slįinte(s) me each time our Merlots meet
Plunges her blue eyes into mine, touches my hands
Fired up fingers feeling me wholly
Brings surrounding attention to us
Our bodies daring enthused . . .

Faces touching
The gasp after a sought breast touching me
An arm feeling desire gulping through her skin . . .

Ah, woman of hot desires
Waking memories of free encounters
Revelations of bygone pleasures . . .
Rules of love - published electronically . . .

A rose nipple, entrance of delight
Mouths sealing avid the rendezvous
My first taste of her, delightful nectar
Eyes in the eyes bringing her to ecstasy . . .

Ah, the post-revelation of her youth
When unzipped-jeans turned into beauty
And the past had been removed to bring
The moment, a zenith, a crescendo erected
Between two sips in two far Café Rouges . . .

After tears of love

When love is loved
One hour, two whole seconds
Days roaming by, as water in a canal
Two orange ducklings passing
Going up and down - gliding
Under the black-green shadows . . .

And getting far and lost
Making nights deeply bright
Smiles running inside of each other
Opening tastes of ecstasy
Remake each dance astounding
Nothing left but you and me

Yet, seeing each other in a mirror
As one, we were and can be
So much . . . so much and being
A word inside . . . life
A word inside . . . passion

The soul of the wind filling up three sails passing by

The soul of the wind filling up three sails passing by
Fell asleep at your doorstep ringing tones of red dye
A dummy googling up for a child crowning windows ajar
And steps dot steps wrenched one two three haikus so far

Haiku I

Craziness ahoy,
Ebullient Irish, yes
A world, not a bit.

Haiku II

Flames in my heart,
Forest in awe, the flower
Which way to our cross?