Wednesday, February 6, 2013
cupid's arrow
when the wind blows hard
I turn my back to it
if the sun shines too bright
I cover my eyes
the rains come down in torrents
I take shelter
when the chill becomes cold
I protect myself in wrappings
but
your breath can whisper its warmth
upon my neck
your eyes can glitter
the reflection of the moon and stars
your tears can rain upon
my shoulder
your arms can hold me
never too tight
of you my Love
I can never get enough
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Time: para mi amiga
Time; it affords us space
to become, but it is cruel
when little to none
is provided
seemingly without care
it’s given me
fond memories,
allows this moment
and maybe tomorrow
it erodes my youth
of hours and days,
gives them to my past
now more for then
than before me
I do not lament
my stay but I do
for those who
have been given little
as victims
of time
I do resent, though,
that all I know,
I’ve seen and loved
may no longer be,
that which is me
this may seem selfish,
forgive me if you might,
but it is because
I will miss thee
my eyes
no longer to behold
the pleasure of you
when I’ve lost my request
for time
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