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Night bond.
The day with its sunshine
was never our time.
Too much clarity,
too much life around.
Our time was the night,
with its dark portals,
its broken promises
and countless masks.
Our time rested in steps
leading to forgotten houses.
Our time fed on fantasíes
of silver collars and chains
in dark chambers in mansions.
Our time fled brutal rea!ity,
transformed us in desire,
branded us with its passion,
and smilingly gave each of us
in the memory of the other
a bittersweet taste of immortality.
Treasure.
There is treasure in desire,
there is glory in lust,
there is madness in love,
there is pain in happiness
and total loss in climaxes.
There are also many portals
in the city of our meeting
holding the print of our bodies
and the heat of our passion.
There are hidden little alleys
that still bear the strong gaze
of your deep, magnetic eyes.
There are old cobblestones
that remember our names
and play them in their cores
while unknown dancers
move sensuously to the music
of a heartfelt tango...
Buenos Aires,April 14th 2018.
And we dared cross the portal,
of unrelenting desire,
encircled by the fire ribbons
of our hunger for each other.
We stepped into the realm
of veiled crossroads and truths,
dropped masks to unveil our souls,
Slided with fear and yet no doubt
into the maze sheltering its core
from the eyes of the innocent
but open to us holding each other
yet willing to fall in a vortex of feeling
It devoured us and then let us go,
already blended into each other.
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Blending
I just wanted you,
from the very core
of my intense being.
I just desired you,
from the start
of the fleeting time
you and I were given.
And I just blended
into your very self
as a joyous evidence
of my love and surrender.
Us.
Time flows away
in our city,
time unshared,
time remembered,
again and again
by the dark river.
Engulfing our names
in a spiral of fog,
a vortex of passion,
a maze of streets
hidden in its portals.
We lost each other
only to live our time
in countless episodes
in the very hearts
of time and memory.
Nighttime
The mirror waits in a daze,
the room has become dark.
The day has given its shine,
twilight will soon set in,
night waits in a hidden corner
to reign again over hours,
to open portals of questions,
doors closed during daylight.
The river rests in solitude,
He, just like I, waits for Night.
Keepers of shadows and memories,
we offer each other company
under the laughing gaze
of Destiny and twinkling stars.
The lost key
I wish we could find
our long lost key.
The key to our secrets,
to our strange silences,
the one that held power
over our fiery absences.
I wish we could find it,
I wish we dared use it,
I wish we dared enter
the labyrinth of feelings
and fear not their tide.
But we tossed it away,
we would not need it,
we would not remember,
not long for each other.,
So sure of ourselves,
so proud of distance,
the self-imposed distance
of the nights and mornings
spent in foreign rooms,
in unknown, unmade beds.
We betrayed each other,
the minute we chose reason,
masqued our mutual needs,
and chose to toss away our key
in a long-forgotten garden.
Buenos Aires.August 4th,2018.
Hold me
Just hold me, next to you.
Allow me to stay in the circle
of your arms and our desire.
Just hold for a while,
tease me for a while,
use my eager body at your whim,
brand me with your cool skin
so I can carry you on myself.
I did not come to you for safety,
but because we spoke the same language,
you reminded me of untrodden paths,
of gardens where statues are alive,
where nights and portals blend to hide
the limbs and moans of countless, hidden lovers.
Buenos Aires,August 4th.
Quiet tears
And I have cried quietly,
for the minutes dying slowly,
mourned for seconds lost,
for time running through
the webs of our lives apart.
I have born witness
to the sand clock turning,
to the dawns and dusks
of partings and reunions.
And I have asked our river
the thousand questions
of those lost in passions.
I have given our portals
the eternal conundrums
of star crossed lovers,
have walked our secret ways
to find you again in my memory
untarnished by pain and days,
as I had seen you once
set against the trappings
of society and convention,
eager for freedom and darkness,
and the soft light you kept
for our blissful times together.
Buenos Aires, August 15.2018.
Shifting sands
Shifting shapes.
Time has shaped our lives,
our minutes and our seconds
time has eroded patiently
our episodes of lost passions.
pushed us into oblivion,
brought us to recognition
shifting shapes in mirrors.
You and I glowing apart,
drawn close by memories,
branded by seedy dark rooms
and invariably passing lovers.
August 18th 2018.Buenos Aires.
Twin flames
I would like to hold you
in the circle of passion,
to hold you for a while
and then cast you away
before the hourglass
turns its eerie content.
I'd like to cross again
the flimsy frontiers
of a thousand mirrors,
and then blend once more
in the unending flame
of our recurrent bond
and become one with you,
in a whirling circle.
Buenos Aires,August 21st.2018.
Pain.
She cried for him
till her eyes ached,
she shouted his name
at the laughing echoes
of time and days,
stroked in her mind
his skin and its scent,
fell asleep to his voice,
woke up to the sight
of his unforgiving face,
reached out in the dark,
to have her arms empty
and her hands grabbing
the eternal presence
of his unrelenting absence.
Buenos Aires, September 1st 2018
Statues
Night comes in the garden,
statues come alive,
arms extend in the darkness,
smiles broaden pale faces,
marble becomes soft flesh
and desire flows in their eyes.
Night has also come to us,
join me then in this meeting,
covered by foliage and night,
surrounded by circles of lust,
so we can blend in their midst,
joining my elusive evanescence
and your grinning immortality.
Buenos Aires, September 16 th.
Sleep
And I went to sleep
in an abandoned house,
in a deserted garden,
where trees hid me
from passers-by,
where flowers also slept
and birds never sang.
I fell asleep and rested,
in the shade of a deep night,
I blended contentedly
in the welcoming darkness
of oblivion and peace.
And I was woken up
to the sound of your voice
crossing the boundaries
of time and memory.
Buenos Aires, September 2018
Gift
.And I built my gift for you,
cast it in the mould of time,
shaped it with the sand of years,
wrapped it in the lust of portals
and kept it safe from rust and pain.
I built the house of my passion,
with minutes and years of lust,
shaded it from wandering eyes,
locked it with keys and chains,
lit its crystal lamps every night.
I made sure the garden bloomed,
under moons, clouds and suns,
kept the patient shine of stars
bathing my gift every single night,
keeping it alive throughout years,
strengthening its howling pillars
to offer it to you, on the hidden altar
of my undying love and desire.
Buenos Aires.October 2018.
Our house
The house you and I once built
still stands alone and proud,
amidst time and many tides,
rains at its window panes,
unforgiving minutes of sun.
It stands for you and me,
for all we were once,
the ones we have become,
the ones we might still be.
The house knows our story,
each brick accounts for us,
our fights in the dark,
games of surrender and power,
tears of joy and painful smiles.
We built the house long ago,
trusted each other with locks,
held its keys in secret pockets,
lit its lamps to fight night.
Secure in each other we parted,
to search frenzy and desire
in unknown cities with round streets,
to blend into lives for a while,
waiting for the moment of atonement
when we would join again gladly.
October 2018.
Wish
I wish I could meet again
the boy you were once,
tell him the many reasons
of my obstinate silence,
hold his hand in mine
for minutes lost in hours.
I wish I could then leave
without a word of goodbye
for he would always wait
for my possible return
in some secret temple of love
lost in a deep, hidden garden.
November 2018.
Words
Slut,cunt,cock,fuck,
words uttered in lust
and also in despair.
The brevity of desire,
the dark substance
of most encounters.
The masks of love
lurking in dark alleys,
in the many corners
of cities lost in time
and of grieving minds
laden with memories.
Fuck,cunt,cock ,slut,
words to capture lust
from the greedy hands
of days and also hours,
seconds and minutes.
Words to guard desire
from the claws of oblivion
And the pale smile of Death.
November 2018- Buenos Aires-
Life and love
In just a time of uncertainty,
in a time of pain and doubt,
when the world is crumbling,
when all is nearing its end,
I can only say I met you once
and that made everything right.
Time is just a fog shading all,
years don't stretch so assuredly,
our lives have greatly changed
but I still remember you fondly.
I had never…
I`d never thought it would end this,
I`d never thought we would part,
I`d never thought of time as an enemy,
I never thought you would leave me.
Still, fear not, I have seen you sneaking,
just to escape, just to hide, just to go.
You did not know me that well, I guess,
just one word would have been enough,
my love and desire are not based on chains,
those are just props for enhancing foreplay.
Betrayal
Through time and distances
and in your case other arms,
we have become strangers,
strangers who politely refuse
to acknowledge each other.
I would have not ended this,
would not have betrayed you,
would not have strayed from you,
would not have left you at all.
So so many memories flow
and flood the solitude of hours,
I have nothing else to tell you,
you may have chosen well,
you may have chosen badly,
I care not now, you have chosen.
I see the hours
stretching ahead,
sometimes hurrying,
sometimes slowing down,
falling beyond and behind...
Still,I know their aim
is to reach destination
and this signals the end,
the end of time and life,
the end of the journey,
the end of fear,of worries,
I know they can be friends,
I know they can be enemies,
and yet,my hours have promised
to be kind with me on my way,
I get to sleep every nince.
And in the crossroads of life,
I go on, placing my love for you
in the memories of yesterday.
Musings
I see the hours
stretching ahead,
sometimes hurrying,
sometimes slowing down,
falling beyond and behind...
Still,I know their aim
is to reach destination
and this signals the end,
the end of time and life,
the end of the journey,
the end of fear, of worries,
I know they can be friends,
I know they can be enemies,
and yet, my hours have promised
to be kind with me on my way,
I get to sleep every night
in the belief, it will be so
and I am grateful, simply grateful,
for their company and existence.
New Path
The night air is thick with your memory,
time tugs at the folds of life' s robe,
your words remain in some part of my mind,
and I remember our brief hours of joy.
We searched different paths,that's all.
Perhaps you will also remember our story
and perhaps you will just choose to forget.
It matters not now,all is immaterial at last,
I have arrived at my own crossroads
and I see a half hidden,untrodden road.
And while you vanish in the life of your making,
I choose to go on and take that unknown path.
Maybe
Maybe we won't find the Grial,
maybe our time ends suddenly,
before we even notice,
maybe we'll never hold each other
in the madness of spiraling climaxes.
And yet...I can say it was worth it.
There was magic and there was a spark,
the very spark that ignites life.
Never mind
Never mind the goblets of champagne
left untouched on a small table,
the thousand petals of red roses
splashed on a white thick rug,
just like drops of blood slowly drying,
the only evidence hearts can be broken.
Our twilight
Join me in the darkness,
, in decaying vaults,
under Gothic arches,
once our twilight is gone.
when a pale moon cries its eerie light.
Join me only then, when there is nothing
but solitude and you and I are no more.
Join me then. I shall be waiting.
Let us celebrate life as we once knew,
amidst old stones and elusive sands,
defying time and death, too many years and too many waters.
Night
Night used to be our favourite time.
Night used to shelter us from everything and all.
Night homed our lust, calmed any doubts. dissipated fears
Night circled us, with its silken threads.
Night gave us portals, steps in forgotten houses.
Night made the moon rise over old tombs,.
taught us to defy death and time,its perennial friend.
It was night who made us oblivious to the world and utterly fearless.
We lost ourselves in our mutual desire. to find each other,
spiraling down together, bound by invisible ropes. Buenos Aires.March 23rd.2018.
Nostalgia
Only wish i could meet you again,
in some dark corner of the city.
I only wish I could feel again
your fresh skin ,its citric scent,
Your long hair,covering us both.
I wish I could hear again
your voice ,your words in the air
and also your laughter.
I wish I could lose myself again
in the miracle of your existence.
I wish I could bury my face
in your motorcycle rider jacket
while your arms hold me tight
and all becomes right for a moment.
I wish you did not belong
in memories of a past
revisited when day is gone,
when all that remains is myself
and your memory,my usual visitor.
Buenos Aires,March 2018.
The city
The city hides your memory,
your easy laughter,your quick steps,
your soft spoken words and your parting.
The city hides our brief encounter,
mourns its brevity imposed by others.
The city knows we were just puppets,
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