However, I’ve got fingers unable to touch you
ears numb to your sounds
a barren nose
a mute tongue
and a pair of wireless eyes.
Your timid glance told me
we have oceans of words to exchange
your uncomfortable lips
we have barriers to tear
your hesitant step
we will exhaust the continents
restless we’ll dawn the Earth
on the same always day
the one your hand
humbly moved towards mine
the one your eyes and smile
enlightened the Universe
the one had been our first
and our last to be.
saw us staring at each other
in the heat of melting glass
holding hands so tight together
singing rhymes that never last
in your arms I am in heaven
in your eyes I sail in love
in your heart I rest for ever
I’m your candle you’re my dove
had a dream the other day
or it was a state of fact?
I was crawling at your doorstep
pleading you to pick me up
lacking you I burn my fuel
in a trip that makes no sense
all that’s left for me to do now
weeping for a future tense
in your arms I am in heaven
in your eyes I sail in love
in your heart I rest for ever
you’re my candle I’m your dove.
to take your hands in mine
and kiss your fingers
to turn your glance of disbelief
into a creek of tears
but I won’t
I won’t cause I respect you
I cherish you as a person
I put my selfishness aside
and ask you to do the same
for it’s the only way…
]]>home already packed and crammed
drawers, closets, singles’ couch
hiding, piling pending hopes
casting out the clouds of doubt
I hang my clothing on the wall
panties, socks under the mattress
I sleep outside from Spring to Fall
acting as if nothing matters
the other day I couldn’t help
but have a dream one more time
a reverie before my step
that sounded Bach and smelled like lime
indulged myself on the door-way mat
to spend the night without a blanket
the new-born keeping safe and warm
at the inner pocket of my jacket.
we are well and we have each other
what more can we ask of ?
we own the clothes we are wearing
and the stove keeps our nest warm
in the yard the lemon-tree takes our breath away
and the kitten cleans itself with its belly satisfied
I’ll paint the walls sky-blue
and you’ll draw ships, mermaids and dolphins
clouds and sea-gulls for good fortune
on Sundays we’ll be having fun
we’ll be riding the tram in each other’s arms
and go down to the beach
we’ll be building sand-castles
and envy cruises on the yachts made fast at the marina
we’ll be kissing at the ancient market
and beg the guards to let us in Acropolis fare-free
and when I’ll be gathering enough tips
we’ll be watching love stories at the movies
we’ll be going to the tavern
and order fried chips and honey-wine
and then, half dizzy-half sober
we’ll be knocking on the door of divine
don’t you be sorry on me pumpkin
for only bliss deserves to shed a tear.
my phobic heart to rest on your belly
and watch you looking at me
to embrace in infant pose
and make each-other ours
to turn your head
and bite my ear
your hair to smell like Spring
your juices to taste like wine
to cry in mellow tears.
]]>a crack that leads into my heart
a vespered grief about to start
a spreading wrinkle around the world
for hope to seize and plans to hold
when angels cry beneath the sky
no body dares to ask them why
except for me who knows you’re there
and I am stuck upon the earth
to count the days of missing you
the sharpest blade to push right through
when angels sleep after the rain
I close my eyes to dream in vain
your golden hair your cherry lips
your smile that alive me keeps
into the picture we took together
and pledged our love will live forever.
Lacking the quarter for the programmie I was heading to the theater
certain I would finally stay out, only looking at the posted pictures
of Montgomery Wood.
It was a sweet Autumn evening and walking along a dim lighted street
I heard the metal noise of a falling coin.
The guy who dropped it, took a quick look around
searched his pockets mechanically
and carried on his way.
My grace stalled the pace, took the necessary time
approached the spot wearing my cat eyes
and discovered the needed twenty five.
If this year occurs a similar conspiracy,
I wish you punched me and I overflow love.
fossilized wounds to drug
on the Antarctica of Scott
malpractice for the archaeologist
oracle for the dreamer
those with wisdom
to compare their beards on my back
wishing I had eleven fingers
so they avoid inventing a new spell
and the new beginning that ended
but soon starts over
pebble in the ocean
that will drown the Himalayas
anguish..! to the losers
woe..! to the sleepers
grief..! to the contended
wishful thinking
for the next step to be lower.
in the tea the boss offered me
while my freezing hands were feeding cars with gasoline
in the snowball you casted at me
in my naughtiness to get wet while playing by the sea
despite your whining to keep my self dry
in the murmur of the wind through the tree-leaves
in the waves breaking by the shore
in the frosty summer lager
in your warm body
and in your complaint about your chilly butt
in the sunset
in the sunrise
in the crescent moon
being filled by my effort to make you mine.
there’s another man to take you round
to lead you through the night
you’re cold in bed just like you’re missing
from what we do the very time
there’s something wrong with your love kissing
I think you are not no longer mine
there’s another man to take you round
to lead you through the night
I feel the wheel in my hands loosing
my life I can no more run straight
the snake begins to chew its tail
until the head only remains
there’s another man to take you round
to lead you through the night.
call my name when you’re among the Gods
help me live in the endless time
pave me a way to get through the odds
to chase a glory which is totally mine
horses with wings I have for army
fire arrows against wooden swords
fighting to me is a journey
to well known and familiar worlds.
cedar piratical chest
bound in bronze brocade
concealed from the garret’s ailing light
the urge rose deliberately mistaken
to lurch in the trunk’s open mouth
the oil lamp that aged the recalls
and drew the tracks of shadows
yet, the used-up airhead me
taking five steps ahead and receding three
filled ditches and tore barriers
for the hands to turn the pages
but the worst of all
as if I were ignorant to know
happy memories made me weep.
dizzy over the writing the pen delivered
on her raised forehead creeks of flowing thoughts
shadows of rain and memories in her look
desperately seeking the words to come
the ebony waterfall bathed by noon
her curved angles need and lust
I thanked the sun, I shook his hand
for warming Acropolis me and her
I approached, I asked if she believed in God
whom she can’t see but feel
who tames the uneasy heart with a blow
whom only the glory of the moment reveals
only if she lent me her eyes I could
go back where I was siting before
herself to see she’s a Goddess and a Muse
that I saw her for real and daydreamed too.
shadows' awakening - court dance
feeble candlelight shivering
knife of steel - Damocles's sword
hand in glove - downwards bound
bed furniture - Indian wood
cobweb cover - Chinese silk
body sleeping - Eve's apple
gargling inhale - death.
love’s a worn out bed-sheet
lust slips on it
like dew on the pink flower
love’s a cracked glance
wishfully awaiting
the curving lips
love's a chemical sleep
white flag
on pending dreams
love’s a newborn’s weep
in the dark absence
of maternal fragrance
love’s an ocean
wide, deep
in endless boundaries
Singing with the sirens on our lonely island
seeking my hand before the deepest ravine
what’s already done may not be so important
but those yet to come I’m afraid to imagine
Sometimes I say nothing is true
persuading my self I’m only dreaming
but when my moods are blue
it’s beside her that I’m leaning
Two faces in me are more than enough
days are generous but nights are rough
when the longing sleep fails to show up
to take me to the land of forget
to places where solutions I don’t need to have.
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earth is far below my feet
guess I’m flying
eye-lashes round the core
like a child I ask for more
your beaming glances
blood is boiling in my veins
angel with a thousand names
unveil your secrets
heart-beat in a brand new pace
I surrender to the grace
of the rising feeling.
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]]>my secret occupant makes no mistake
all that I have he wants to take
my tenderness my magic ball
to grip in chain my heart and soul
my secret occupant believes so far
that I belong inside a jar
he pulls the cheese tied up with lace
he wants to lock me in the maze
my secret occupant is yet unknown
to every one except my own
I shake my spear a lonesome Knight
no regal flag to back my fight
my secret occupant is dressed in white
like sugar mommy by my side
pretends to give me what I wish
provided that he makes me his.
my secret occupant I want to blame
he dirty plays the mind game
but still I fail to prove myself
that I’m a man and he’s an elf
something got into me
and lifted the cover of your basket
I saw the towel you placed on the bottom
on soft cotton your clothes to rest
I took it for a wash
and underneath I saw my white T-shirt
the one you wore in your sleep
the time you used to love me
the one I was embracing
and you were small in it
the one’s edge I was searching
to drag my hand upon your heart
the one now nesting in my palms
too big in them
the one my head has for pillow.
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]]>How can I forget
the easiness of our moves
the body and soul touch
And now, beside each other
the dream continues
relaxed next to my darling
I hope she feels the same.
My thoughts ask you to go on
and if you ask me anything
my answer will last with the day-break.
What can you see in my eyes
now that you look at me?
What makes you so beautiful
so dreamy so glassy
wrapped in the heat of my glances?
I guess I know what you meant
when you hesitated to tell me "I love you"
the first time you tried to.
Now I see it on my own.
I love you...
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]]>cause this is where you wanna be
at the source of eternal light
for to discover a new sea
you’ve got to lose the coast from sight.
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]]>you've got to believe
I can no more count time
my self's no longer mine
I'm breathing for you
you've got to believe
everything I've given up
all the signs are pointing at
the image of you
you've got to believe
my heart is yours by all means
you touch it first and then begins
the ticking for you
you've got to believe
that anything you do
anything you say
to me is a eulogy.
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]]>put the blame on Nobody
and carry on a young blood
too tired to reflect
exhausted under trials
I’ve got to seal my memories’ barrel
I long a tranquil state
an untouched piece of heart
and peaceful borders
what does it take?
solitude?
abused intimacy?
anything but sincerity
for there’s no duality in relationships
just officers and privates
nice world have I built
fear in the gut
rigidness in glance
diplomatic behavior
and pills to tuck into
I need to get even
it’s imperative to change.
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]]>don’t wanna listen don’t wanna talk
don’t wanna touch, see or taste
for only death to wave its cloak
above the life I’m off to waste
to blank your image in my mind
delete your body-smell that lingers
be purified sort of a kind
from your curious tongue and naughty fingers
only your words and what they meant
to drag along my ball and chain
“sorry love, love I don’t comprehend
but you can love me if you may”.
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]]>The little black toe.
I come from the islands. As children, the leisure days we reed-fished from the pier. The best reed-bate was little crabs housed in small shells which we collected from shallow weed-waters. We were bare-foot walking on dense weed, feeling the shells under our palms.
Once, I felt a sharp pain and lifted my right foot above the water. I saw a huge crab hanging from my toe, its claw squeezing hardly. The black mark left on my toe after it heeled, provoked the gang to nick-name me.
A mature man now, I am still the little black toe to them.
only to hear the key on the lock
your footsteps on the stairway
to scent you behind the door
the bed’s too big for me
my chest too spacious
my loneliness unbearable
I’m not afraid to open my heart
accept you look down on me
no worse than you been gone
that’s who I was and always be
to the ones before and may be after you
a victim of intimacy.
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]]>my coming ripe and juicy grape
my song I listen to the tape
my heart and soul my golden key
my sun my moon my deepest sea
my life and death my open book
my shining light I dare to look
my groovy feeling when I dance
my first and last winning chance
my endless dream my fairy-tale
my gentle breeze to lead my sail
my path to climb the highest peak
my med to take when I go sick
my childhood gift my water break
my little one that none can take
my past my present my future time
tiny oh! tiny mine..!
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