Messy

like two actors in a messy soap,

intertwined by branches and spines,

swirling with the wind,

dancing in words of speed,

of bossy finesse,

of classy excess,

with every caress,

tangled in a messy finish.

(500) days

On day (1) it's all about intuition,

a hint and a handfull of expectation.

on day (eight) time is already melting,

screaming without a voice,

the moment u wanted.

on day (34) mind racing,

you have a reason,

you have a choice,

here we go again.

on day (one-hundred and two) ,

i'm charmed by your smile,

entranced by your eyes,

i melt at your hands,

and blend with your sounds.

on day (three-hundred five),

a dream,

a love,

a moment

frozen in stars,

sparkling my words.

on day (500) well...

one fine day,

we'll fly away.

Sailor

Staying up till the morning light,

im thinking of changing my vocation,

hoping from island to island,

like never before,

i'll put on my little hat,

my stripped shirt

and i'll sail away,

in harmony,

and i wont rest,

until sparks cross

my fingers and your dots,

between silver and steel.

bright red dots

i dont know,

what is the right time,

or if im the right one,

but still, u should be mine.

something about us,

that we should do.

something about ur dots,

i want to melt.

like

like being away from home,

travelling far to lands far far away,

there's only one thing on my mind,

like a longing i can't shake.

it's hard not to notice,

how your freckles dance on my head.

like words i'd rather not hear,

in my head they fade into the distance,

and soon all i hear is your footsteps,

walking softly,

telling me where to go,

where to go so i can spend just one more day,

trying to make you smile.

Tiny Dots

walking through your cheeks,
across the flood lands,
making islands,
echoes like a train,
fading, into the distance,
constant, quiet, until they cross.

Tiny Dots

not too close,
never too far,
hard not to notice,
right here in my cheeks,
and im left wondering,
will they ever melt?

i need you to melt.

build-up

time... goes so slow
like freckles walking shoulders
elevators close so fast.
i never get off them.

single tear

like the rain that's falling,
drizzling on the window,
waiting in the air,
a single tear from above,
can cause ripples below.

a moon, a cloud, and their star.

en una noche vasta y oscura,
la luna y una nube buscaban refugio,
y de todos los lugares en el universo,
se acurrucaron en la misma farolita,
arropados en su propio brillo,
ahora son dueños de su destino.

Alimento

palabras que alimentan el ego,
una mirada que acaricia la sonrisa,
un beso que da alimento.

y es que me sorprendo,
todos los dias,
buscando alimento,
que me regalen un momento,
que siempre viene y se va.

busco alimento,
que me llene de sueños,
y me quite mis pesadillas,

busco alimento,
calma al tormento,
y lo gracioso,
siempre es el momento, (inesperado)
en que lo encuentro.