jueves, 27 de agosto de 2009


Fingertips that travel south one of the softest skins they've ever felt. Your touch feels electric, it sends shivers down my spine. It makes me quiver, makes me beg for more.

And then eyes flutter open. Your smell vanishes as the perfect dream rests torn between my fingers. The bittersweet taste of your berry mouth fading from my sealed lips. I toss and turn, my bed's so big...Then I lie down. Accepting it. I just stay awake with my eyes closed, trying to find your scent in my bare pillow. Day-dreaming, I can feel your hands roaming my body. Roaring, in waves crashing against my rocks, the pleasure of being as one.

But then a frown on my mouth settles down, puckered the hole that screamed in pain when you were torn from me, scarring me for life, marking with fire a poem in my heart, while yours stopped beating. Why did it stop? Wasn't my love enough to make you scream? To make you breathe? This love that is stronger than it should be. This love that is as forbidden as impossible. I know you feel the same. I know it, you told me in my dream. You wouldn't lie.

Because I could see the lie in your eyes. You, as me, all the same, I can read you as well as I can read myself. Can you read me? I'm written out just for you. You're the only one who deserves to know...who deserves to have me whole, yet these Cold Hands took you away.

And so here I lie. Jealous of everyone and anyone that can have what I never will. Jealous of whatever God there is, for having you by their side, you wingless angel. Broken, forgotten and unsatisfied.


miércoles, 26 de agosto de 2009

A beautiful lie

A lie. This world's full of them. Deceitful words, deceitful stares and open hands -over the mouth. Living a lie since the only truth is buried deep under the wet earth of the beautiful northern lands.

Dressed in green like the greed that surrounds me. My body just a reminder of what will never be. Like a shape under the pressure of the sun, I shrink. Silver on my skin and gold in my eyes, like a wolf, I sneak around, surrounding my prey. Studying it. Seizing it. My teeth no longer white with the blood of my latest hunting trip.

I'm just a starved soul ready to claim love only for his company tonight. If he can silence my thoughts until the next sun, I'll love him forever...but don't miss the wink. No one said I'd be by his side while I loved him.

Stay, he begs, his voice barely a ghost of the powerful growl of the male who feels -knows- himself to be alpha. He's barely a ghost of himself now. All my fault, but who cares?

I just wink, laugh and say I will stay...somewhere. Where? Who knows. I've been nowhere since I was born. Or more like no one. But no one can be nowhere, right? But ok, don't cry, I'll be safe, in the arms of another mate, of another crowd. As long as the throbbing bits of my soul are calmed by the ice of the warmest stare, I'll be fine.

I'll keep going, I'll keep living. As long as I'm still beautiful, I'll be just a beautiful lie.

sábado, 22 de agosto de 2009

Promise we'll fight

I woke up with your hand on my knee in deep red. I smiled when you smiled, because I just know you did. I know what you thought, I thought it too; you always know how to get engraved on my skin. In my skin.

Then the dreamland attacked me again with a thousand-bricks wall and a stolen kiss. A crown on my head and you by my right side, and I was pronounced queen of the lovely mirrors. All was good, all was nice, you by my side, and an army of cloned angels.

But then they came. They want us, they envy us. They will fight us to steal what we have, even though it's something that you can't even touch. They promise a salvation that is damnation to us. They promise a heaven full of shadows and boogie men hiding in every corner.

Promise we won't let them. With you, my universe is complete. Tá tú m'anamchara. If this is my only chance, then I cherish it with all my might. Call the angels, tell them to spread their wings. We won't let them break us.