Rising

I carried this flower pot
to the coffee room
to water it and to get wet
I saw your brown smile
and something shinning
leaning sideways
hanging out
your chest

and I grew small
    so tiny
and jumped into the maze
inside your shirt

running through the weeds
of scented hair
till I got tired
may have slept for a second
and the rain started
and my feet are wet
you spilled the coffee
I drowned my plant

We're soaked
my legs are shaking

I  must have run so fast.

Lunch

Will you eat with me?

Sure, (why not? I thought)
and then I waited
and ate
one day and the next
fasting on Fridays
brushed and flossed
and fasted
and feasted
and waited
one day and the next
I rinsed
the mist of
awareness
slapped myself
again and again
to make me tight
to make me blush
to wipe
the insult
and bring my honor back
I'm staring at the tea cup
letting go
but right after breakfast
I'm hungrier than before
I don't want to eat you
or eat at all
but to sit
with a meal between us
while your thoughts
in silence
feed me
fuck me
for every bite
that won't reach
your mouth.

12.28.2016

Hanging in there
face to face
empty robes
naked fullness
generations of skin
so many blinks
    that stare

Hallazgo

Tu muerte triunfal es laurel en mis sienes

fija embriaguez ante tu enhiesto flanco

abrupta ambición que todo derrumba

Borderline

Is my hand still reaching?
 
Is it fading?
Am I gone, reaching?
dreaming of a hand?
Without body nor past?

Is there a past?

I reach to the borderline dream
someone reaches back
we've found each other
we're feeling hands all over
validating a single body
fading together going nowhere
we're lost together.

Pecado

Corrupto, agrio, puro, amelazado, ebrio, terminal
indulgencia mental y desprecio

Marchito, pisoteado, ignorado
Hembra en agonía

Añoranza, infancia, pan y leche bronca
no comas los gusanos, ni las moras podridas.

De gusano y pudredumbre he comido

Sombra, brazo, caval, delicado, tierra.

Dulzor en vela

Endúlzame con recuerdos la boca
que ha secado cual de muerto mar rivera
y no con nectar,
que de amor se me quedó esperando
de apagados frutos el tiempo.

Witlessly wishful

I want to hate you
but I won't when I find myself
carving to the core of my memory
peeling out the callouses of other loves
out-casting an evolving numb heart
Crying a green weep
when I want not to love you
when I want to gravely hurt you
and punish you
and I also want to wait for you
afterwards.

New old S

Nada es nuevo.
Ensayo la respuesta.

Plata que hiere la frente
Lágrimas que brotan
del cerrojo

Escondo el acto entre los dedos
la tela que llevo puesta

Y dejo todo en su lugar

Pero has escapado
Cumplirás una condena
sólo por mi capricho.

Dance

Ordinary, everyday shared life everyone dares to live all over the world and the life of her.
Many elongated lines that thinly grow over the course of time are drawn by the ones that chose to live.
The necessary desire of a life that overlaps the routine renders these intricate lines.

Hers has rhythm: fog, fire, delirium.

She dances. Every second in harmony while typing, cooking, resting, fucking.
There is aesthetic motion in everything she does.
A silent allure impossible to escape from and that everyone notices.

To those fortunate adventurers, there she is:
Dance and dive in while you still can.

09.29.2016

El corazón donde te llevo
te bendice
pues no has sido perfecto,
o simplemente no has sido.

Este corazón y sus deseos,
morirán al realizarse
en otro corazón.

I'm your man

One of my favorite TV moments. Cheers!

Toto

Milk & Bone

Moon

I am SO into you...

04.13.16

This is war.
reputation, your soul in a safe
grounded in a black hole,
unknown the custodian, or none

Can always be opened
or never

ignoring its contents
if any

End up captive
or vanish all alone

a glory you'd be unable to claim
postmortem hero
preposterous animal

Please, either or, you own this to yourself.

04.12.16

I wanna be the simplest me for you

Of all the answers, the one is yours

The childish insecure voice
that speaks the truth runs out the fort
to welcome you,

but a rumble in the prairie
scares her away

to embrace the wolf

And there,
in the dark moonlight

they talk
so she is wild too.

Aqui te amo

Aquí te amo.
En los oscuros pinos se desenreda el viento.
Fosforece la luna sobre las aguas errantes.
Andan días iguales persiguiéndose.

Se desciñe la niebla en danzantes figuras.
Una gaviota de plata se descuelga del ocaso.
A veces una vela. Altas, altas estrellas.

O la cruz negra de un barco.
Solo.
A veces amanezco, y hasta mi alma está húmeda.
Suena, resuena el mar lejano.
Este es un puerto.
Aquí te amo.

Aquí te amo y en vano te oculta el horizonte.
Te estoy amando aún entre estas frías cosas.
A veces van mis besos en esos barcos graves,
que corren por el mar hacia donde no llegan.

Ya me veo olvidado como estas viejas anclas.
Son más tristes los muelles cuando atraca la tarde.
Se fatiga mi vida inútilmente hambrienta.
Amo lo que no tengo. Estás tú tan distante.

Mi hastío forcejea con los lentos crepúsculos.
Pero la noche llega y comienza a cantarme.
La luna hace girar su rodaje de sueño.

Me miran con tus ojos las estrellas más grandes.
Y como yo te amo, los pinos en el viento, quieren cantar tu nombre con sus hojas de alambre.

- Pablo Neruda