Shade by the moonlight 

The sun is a candle…

burning inside the mirror 

Yet another reflection

It’s rays fall cold on my skin

A bleached rose

smell the sixteen,

Whirl in the abyss of love

An ocean,

Drowning in its waves

The salt crystals molten on the walls of my lungs

A burning thirst,

addicted to the flames of your kisses,

fallen into a shade by the moonlight

The forever winds

Breezing on my rugged skin

The memories to the grave

Wilted flowers carried from it’s stones

Into the skies,

When I become gray




With a broken voice,

Sounds of her weeping guitar

She darts like a humming bird

Among falling branches


Will she be free?

From the violent hands

Dad is a drunk

and I hide in the closet


She says, “It is alright”

Kissing my forehead

Her cold lips are bruised,

Is it blood?

or tears?

that I feel on my skin


when did the roses decay?

Or they became bruised

Fallen to the ground

Where angry feet creased their petals


The frames are broken,

The pictures are in the flames

The vows are the ashes,

of yesterday

When she was a humming bird,

Chirping in the early spring


The baggage of a fallen heart

Lies to myself,

because I want to
No shame for the sun

Behind lucid clouds

Let it shine,

For you
For what is seen behind a glass

The difference inside the curtains 

The truth of our souls to the light

The curves and the hard rocks

Flesh worn on feeble bones

Even the wool isn’t warm

For the winter
But a lover’s breath

Behind the ear,

Down the neck
The dance of two fingers,

caressing a prickly stem

Of a blood rose
Because you love how it hurts

To fight with him

And cry for her
Because you ruin her make up 

And call her pretty 

Because you care for him

Some tears are worth falling

For all the lies I make for you

Church bells

The day the sun stood still
Was it the moon? 
My frozen breath on a silent night

These walls are moving in
A labyrinth lays it’s snares
These infinite ways by myself

How do I wait on your flame? 
The last of a candle burning low
Even the sun hides sometimes

The last of a ticking clock 
A second, 
And there goes the church bells in my head

The rings and the flowers 
The songs and the people 
I don’t know how to live without you 
Nor how to live with you

I miss you when you are gone
I miss you when you are here
And I miss you, 
Because I don’t know how to not miss you



Whatever happened to yesterday? 
Her yellow dress like the sun
And her bright smile like the moon

On a silent night
If shadows were alive, 
And these horrors were just fantasies

Then my lover I would be, 
Within an embrace of her shadow 
And not these phantoms in my dwelling

A wife loves her kitchen 
The silver face of a sharpened knife
Boils soup of a family recipe

We dine at a table
Her intense stare deep into my soul 
Spills hot coffee onto my shirt

The smirk on her face,
Blows wind in the chilly weather
Her hair, like a crown of a thirsty blood queen

Whatever happened to the rose in the jar? 
Her red petals turned black and dry
She, not the woman I married

She, the stranger in our bed
She, a silhouette in my dreams
And yet, I still love her!


How to love a man,
whose lips whisper another’s name?
A woman’s

I weep in my sleep
As his eyes look at the horizon
Over the edge of my pillow

My hands caress his skin
But not the tender fabric of his heart
For its another’s

The woman at the ball
The mirror I looked into
Her likeliness like my past

When the night was young
And the moon was a virgin
Yes! Her moon!

Still young and bright,
In the dawn of the twilight
And on the warm earth beneath

She lays in a bed of grass
And hums to the stars,
Her voice calling to the angels

And along comes my man
At least he was,
In the past

Now a stranger,
Or another’s man
In my bed of withering grass

And with my tears to wipe,
I lay cold, thoughtful,
How to love another’s man?



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