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The city also knows of my love for you,
keeps it safe behind the walls of houses,
perfumed by jazmines in bloom,
dancing on the cobblestones
to the fading tune of some old tango.
City by the river
Wish you were here
so se could get lost
in hidden archways
and entangle our limbs
in a night long embrace.
Wish you were with me,
in the city by the river,
lost in each other,
just to find ourselves again
in the small deaths of climaxes.
Wish you were here
so I could see your beauty
melting in my life
to renew itself in an eternal circle.
Protected by the city by the river,
silent witness of what was,what is
and what will be.
Time
The hourglass on the mantelpiece
smiles kindly on my minutes,
the ones lived,the ones drifting,
the ones gone into memory.
The moon entering my bedroom
shines softly on my seconds,
the ones enjoyed,the ones grieved,
the ones fading just now.
Rising and setting suns give light to my hours,
the ones already folded away,
the ones going on to their end,
the ones left to live and die.
All of them know, I am the keeper of secrets
in the House of Love and Memory.
All know,while weaving my existence,
you visit me when nights are dark
and smile from the depths of Time.
Buenos Aires,May 2018.
"Thresholds"
Some thresholds await no brides,
some thresholds wait for lovers.
Some thresholds have no stories,
some thresholds vibrate with life.
Some hold their secrets tightly,
some tell their stories openly.
Some sleep in the numbness of years,
some are always awake,waiting.
Ours is still there,in our city,
abandoned to the dark nights
of your absence and my presence
in the city that held us together,
under a night full of stars.
Fountains
I tried to find your face
in the moving waters of fountains.
I tried to hear your voice
in the hum of a thousand sounds.
I tried to feel again your skin
in the passing pleasure of minutes.
I tried to embrace again your body
in the spiraling vortex of climaxes.
And,despairing to find you I realized
I carried you within myself,
woven into every blood vessel and sinew.
I realized I had somehow become you
in my everlasting quest for togetherness
Leave taking
From the days of your absence,
the abyss of your indifference,
the coldness of your silence,
from the solitude of my days,
I have piled up my earnings,
I have counted my blessings,
I have packed my belongings,
I have hit that scary, open road,
I have walked my talk of bravery,
I have become myself once again,
I have retrieved my own power,
I have left you to your own self,
left you to the ropes of your making,
to the whips and chains of games,
to the days and nights without me,
without my body, without my love,
without my tears, without my lust,
I have left you to your own self,
I have left you to your own journey.
Frenzy
Just clothes coming off,
eager hands everywhere,
mouths eager to taste
the juices of arousal,
desire taking over reason,
lust coursing through bodies,
climaxes taking over lives,
erasing names, time and place
so we are born once again
to everyday life and primal desire.
Knowledge
I just know,
I want you still,
I dream of you still,
maybe love you still.
My collar still bears
your initials in any case,
only you can unlock it.
Collar, padlock, and sub,
all respond to your touch.
Lost
Just lost in the broken crystals
of your corrosive absence,
just lost in the dried petals
that still scent some old book,
just lost in the city by the river,
just lost in its old,old streets,
just lost in the sounds of a tango,
just lost in the air of these skies,
just lost in memories of our time
and the present joy of your existence.
It is not the collar
It is not the collar,
it is not the chain,
it is not the flogger,
it is not the pain.
It is not fear or hate,
it is not even love,
though this one lurks
in dark corners,
of minds and cities...
It is not the collar,
it never was,
the sub chose it,
so she could give
someone she trusted
the only key...
She
Dressed in black,
corseted tightly,
her spike heels
chant omens.
Her marble skin
is cold to the touch
but burns like ice.
She speaks softly,
her voice is sultry,
her words precise,
she walks proudly,
she definitely is not
for the faint of heart.
The agreement
She was naked,
he was fully dressed,
she wore her collar,
he wore his suit and tie,
she carried a red rose,
he carried a silver chain,
they decided that night
never to part again,
signed their agreement
under candlelight,
exchanged chain and rose,
and put them aside,
he let her undress him,
and they became one.
The dawn found them
in each other`s arms,
peacefully sleeping,
after their journeys,
together at long last.
Stripper
She stood on stage,
her legs apart,
eyed all and no one.
When music started
she spat her lines,
while she gyrated
and slowly undressed.
"Here`s to love,
my dear friends,
warms you in Winter,
scorches in Summer,
if it lasts till then...
Her bra lost one strap,
the music went dead
she rotated slowly
and sang again,
"Here`s to lust,
my dear friends,
it keeps you alive,
when all is gone,
lust for sex, lust for life.
Her bra fell, on she went,
"Here`s to friendship,
that noble flame,
it helps many times,
again and again...
Her body gyrated,
she opened her arms,
swayed her hips and sang,
"And here`s to time,
that will take us all,
the master of life,
killer of seconds,
Lord of pain and pleasure..."
Her G-string fell on stage,
she was naked at last.
And when all had left,
either excited or bemused
the stripper still sang,
"Here is to love,
here`s to lust...",
tears falling slowly
on her naked skin,
lighting the empty place,
waiting for another day
and another show to begin.
Lovers
Maybe it was not for us
to sit at the porch,
nursing our drinks,
watching the sunset...
Maybe it was not for us
to get a tray with coffee,
marmalade and toast
in the early mornings,
maybe it was not for us
to fight over the paper,
maybe it was not for us
to celebrate anniversaries
with dinner under candlelight.
What was for us was the frenzy
of passion in its full pathos,
the total loss of ourselves,
the oblivion of climaxes,
falling into a vortex of desire
to emerge scarred by it all
and walk among rushing crowds,
carrying our unfolded secret,
that never-dying joy
at each other`s existence.
Remains
Just rags eaten by moths,
dust on old books,
dried petals without scent,
that is all that remains
from a thwarted love affair,
a secret buried in old linen
together with lavender sachets.
Memories in a house no one visits,
a garden left untended,
tears turned into nothingness,
while the pale sun of Winter
warms the porch that waits for no one.
You,now.
"You, now"
And it is now, while alone,
that I see you, back in time,
the young man you used to be,
with tousled hair and a smile,
your faded jeans and old jacket,
covering your graceful limbs,
marble-like skin of sweet scent
that lingers in my memory still...
And it is now, while alone,
that your dear image I embrace
and could not love you more.
"Garden"
Our garden remembers
our long conversations,
our garden remembers
your smile and our joy,
your easy-going ways,
my complex musings,
our days together,
that unique treasure
untarnished by time,
undefiled by memory,
living forever in the air
among the old trees
of our beloved garden.
"Rose petals"
Rose petals just lost
to the passing of years,
to the tricks of memory,
fading seconds and hours.
Rose petals lost in books,
still keeping their perfume,
scented with sweet loves,
desire and old passions...
"Sunset"
Sunset in the city,
our city by a river,
sunset in the city,
our love still present
in the old stones,
in the new buildings,
in the tall bridges
over our old river..
Debt
I owe you, wholeheartedly,
with a high-interest rate,
my most beautiful lines,
my gut-wrenching poems,
words like crystal goblets
smashing against stone walls...
stories drenched in love,
stories hiding passionate joys,
characters shaped and built
to fit the city where we met,
the city with the dark river
and the old rusty bridges.
Our city lost you to the world
but regained me to bear witness
of her everlasting changes,
of our refusing to die story,
I am the priestess without a name,
forever lighting the torches
in some long forsaken temple.
Tired time
And time grew wary of us,
of our never-ending fights
with past and present,
with years slipping quietly by
and hourglasses smashed,
with passion always burning
in empty rooms with cold beds,
of curtains drawn together
and fireplaces without warmth.
Time grew wary of us both,
of our fears and fantasies,
of our easy nonchalance,
just bravado to keep away
the fleeting seconds,
the unforgiving minutes
and the slowly passing hours...
Another time, another lifeβ¦
In the old city of canals,
of narrow winding streets,
in the city of dark waters
and bridges of mystery,
there is a time when all stops
and goes back to centuries ago...
Trust me, in this beloved city
I met you once, in times long gone,
you loved me once and I let you go...
I was foolish, still, I loved you so!
In the old city of canals and bridges
you and I loved each other furiously,
with a passion that burned like ice.
Living by proxy
Living by proxy
in your mind,
with just the promise
of my surrender.
Living by proxy
in my own skin,
with just the memory
of a few encounters.
Living by proxy
in a fleeting time
with just the solitude
left by your absence.
Writer
She wrote about him all the time,
she never mentioned his name again,
she wrote about her love and her lust,
she wrote not taking any needed breaks.
She just wrote about her sadness,
about his absence and her bereavement,
she wrote to extract all from memories,
to erase him from her suffering mind,
she wrote to welcome solitude at last.
Still, it was no use, her memory revived him,
her time with him became stronger,
he was somehow engraved in her mind,
while every cell in her yearning body,
doggedly craved their reunion with his,
under old bridges of stone over dark rivers,
on long trodden steps under forgotten portals..
Message
Lost in reveries, the hourglass turns,
I go on into days and I love you still,
I chose you one day and this stands.
Come, thereΒ΄s fire at the hearth,
food will not grow cold,nor wine sour.
Meanwhile,in our secluded chamber
the lamps are already burning.
June, 19-2019-
Talisman
From the scattered broken crystals
of thwarted ,lost love affairs,
I have gathered drops of feeling
to join new beads on a silver cord,
to polish them with the oils of lust
and test them on the flames of desire.
I have made this strong necklace
for all to see me wearing it proudly,
it tells my story to those who can see
and wards off the sad despoilers
of the blissful passion ruling life.
30th June
Passionate request
And this is what a woman in love and lust
told her lover once:
Just take me,
use me hard,
use me fast.
Put me on all fours,
ride me from behind,
tell me I `m your slut.
Enjoy my moans,
multiply my cries.
give me your marks of passion,
I shall wear them with pride.
Broken crystals
Broken crystals
still reflect the sun,
dried petals
still scent old books,
closed rooms
still keep memories
of passions gone.
Old letters bound
by worn-out ribbons,
love stories thwarted,
names faded in time,
loves and desire,
melted and blended,
as once long ago
were souls and bodies.
July 21. 2019.
Fear not
Fear not,
I am the keeper
of our connection,
the priestess
of a lost temple,
the confidant
of river and bridge,
the writer
of many stories.
Fear not,
I `ve seen
roses fading
into white ashes
and passions melt
into nothingness.
Fear not,
there is freedom.
In case you feared
that was something
you had never lost.
July 21,2019
Who knowsβ¦
As days and nights
hurry to their ends,
as time moves swiftly
and memories fade,
roses bloom and dry,
and hours live and die...
my name may become
an echo in your past,
a memory of old,
a scent of a lost flower,
a murmur silenced.
Who knows,
there is no answer
only our secrets
buried in lost seconds.
July 2019
Ashes and roses.
Just ashes and rose petals,
the remains of some affair,
an old diary with torn pages,
some ribbons and medals...
Not even a fading scent
of soft skin glowing,
not even a whispering echo,
of the small death of climaxes.
Just ashes of burnt letters,
just petals of dried roses,
just two lives that met once
where hearts are broken.
Our time
When all has faded
into darkness,
all you have left
is a faint memory,
a love too strong
to go through,
a bond too fierce
not to break it.
Time and the river
portals in the night,
your dim shadow
haunting the streets
where you and I
used to walk and live.
Even if
Even if I had known,
betrayal lurked in the dark
even if I had foreseen
the traps in our Eden,
even if I had felt
the embrace of coldness
waiting among flowers...
even then, I would have
defied time and odds
for the fleeting joy
of your smile and presence.
Just that
Just shards of glittering colours,
just notes of a lost symphony,
just whiffs of spilled perfume,
just images from vintage movies,
the trimmings of love and passion
still lingering in the immense void
shaped by your cold absence.
No such thing
There was no absence
like the one shaped
by your silence.
There was no sadness
like the one shaped
by your absence.
There was no echo
like the one of my voice
calling you in dreams
while seconds ebbed
slowly and steadily
to just pale away
melting into memory.
LoverΒ΄s kiss
In a hidden place,
under the snow,
as white as lace,
as bright as stars
she waits for his kiss,
waits in the dark.
It is cold in her vault,
cold and also dark,
she sleeps undisturbed
he will come back.
To mortals sheΒ΄s dead,
to them she is no more,
to him she is the world,
could not love her more.
In the darkest of nights,
under a sky of snow,
his stealthy steps take him
to her lonely,cold vault.
Defying death and gods
he looks for his beloved
to bring her back to life,
with just one kiss of his
she opens her eyes,
she will share his fate
whatever this may be,
they will roam the nights
and escape daylight.
Their love is their
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