Bullet


Even with bruises 

Worn out bodies 

A mind that won’t stop thinking 

A body that remembers 

Love is love….

When the day grows old

A rapture in time 

Strawberries kisses 

And raspberry bites 

Drown me in them….

Suddenly I’m taken 

Speechless 

Drenched in my own making 

Not wanting more 

Nor less

Just giving up to pleasure 

Unspeakable 

Spent. 

The no is 2.


The no is 2.

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2 glasses

 and I’m down the hall to you.

I can’t leave you even if I wanted to. 
2 hands

on the arc of the door to you.

One step to reality and another to Oz. So are you the wizard?
2 things 

I can’t deny 

That it’s a mess 

And yet it’s reality?
Can we fix ”tis house of cards 

Or crumble 

Do we let it burn?
2 tugs

 and I’m under.

Can’t escape the weight of your love and wonder. 

No more.

I want more. 
I’m leaving reality again for

 2 more hours,

Ours. 

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Half awake half asleep.


You once told me in the turn of a moon or three that you love me.

Mesmerized by the possibility of it 

I wouldn’t sleep for hours, days and weeks.

Yet the sun came and I awoke from this dream.

A lingering wisp of your kiss still on my lips. 

Mocha and cappuccino 


Mocha and cappuccino 

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I got the order wrong 

And he chided.

All I could see was the beauty in his eyes.

How can one not love that face?
I got it mixed up and his smile melted my gaze.

He flicked the tips of my fingers delicately so playfully 

It made this heart race.
Just like ice melting in the sun

My heart melted in this summer haze, 

As our lips touched a single cup shared between 

A dazzled and a dazed. 

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Be my muse ?


Be my muse?

Come,

Come in be my muse.

Amuse me,

show me how you sparkle.
Be brilliant 

And dazzling 

Sweet , 

Coy,

funny.

Be mad,

Annoying 

passionate in all 

You do.
Come,

take my hand 

Let me read the palms of your life.

See the fire and journeys in your eyes 
Your destiny 

A brilliant one

Awaits 

in the scripting hands 

of your creator,

Come.

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