Sincere and Genuine

Babe is this dementia?

Or an unknown sickness

That causes one to think that we've been

Here before

Every time I think I see something new,

It’s a vague memory of a past memory

I wonder if it’s normal (what is normal?)

To want to be with you every minute, every day

The worst part is that it doesn't feel selfish.

It actually feels sincere and genuine.

rythme ♫

Rhythm, everything is rhythm

Not that everything has rhythm

But everything is rhythm

Even the tiniest, slowest drop of water

Has/is rhythm in its own special beat

Everything has/is a metronome

Metronome that guides us to find each other

That guides us to find our mates, or our own beats or same beats

Rhythm is everything. 

Rhythm is love. 
  
Written:
Under the Brooklyn Bridge at night, 
watching the city filled with lights
listening to the slow and smooth wind
that brought the rocks and water towards me
how could i possibly not be inspired?

Honey Bee

As I am sitting here

Feeling the sensation

Of your softly tendered hair

My skin fluoresces into milkweed and honey

Wanting and waiting for you to come

Just as a bee

To drink, to take off me

All my kindness and sweetness of love

Yet as you take

You give back

Give back the joy and color that comes

As you lay on me

For there is nothing sweeter than honey

And that´s cause honey, honey you are

your laugh

It was nice to hear your laugh, 

it felt like I was listening to an old record. 

Not for it's "bad sound" but for it's age. 

It was like grabbing an old photograph/frame, 

that has been dusted on 

and had probably turned yellowish-brown 

(just like old newspapers) 

and one grabs it leaving fingerprints on it, 

blowing air to try to get a better 

view of the picture 

when all of a sudden, 

there it is. 

That memory, sensation, 

that causes that smile upon your face. 

You felt that you had forgotten about it. 

But no. 

It was there. 

It's been there all this time. 

Just like a "good girl" it was quiet, 

awaiting for instructions to speak 

and become part of you again. 

Of your surroundings. Of your life. 

Your laugh has become part of me once again.

One

Head. Injuries. Swollen. Scars. 

Sunshine. Legs. Grass. Dirt on feet. 

I lay, you lay. 

Sky. No color. 

No true color. 

Just a connotation of colors all mixed into shape. 

Eyes. Seek. 

Seek to find, to touch. 

To believe.

I can touch with my eyes things 

and places where my skin wouldn't touch, 

where my hands wouldn't go. 

Is it sick to say that I would like 

to be the epidermis on your face? 

I would love to travel. 

Your pimples would be my volcanoes. 

Your blond hairs will be my "Montana grass". 

Your black hairs will be my open road, 

where I am able to reach any mph 

and not be ticketed. 

Only by your goosebumps, will I stop. 

For they create a mountainous drive way, 

where I need to be cautious 

not only for myself  

but for you too. 

For we are a connection.

Conquering Game

As I am sitting here

Feeling the sensation of your body

I feel like a duck on a delta

Tranquil and aspiring the calming horizon

Yet awaiting for that big wave of new water and ocean 

that will soon become part of me and you

Of us

There´s nothing sweeter than the strong currents 

that you make me ride

All as I wait for your passion to conquer me once more

voce dolce

Bubbles, whispering, metro

All I hear is your sweet voice

Dough, chocolate, tea, milk

Slide down the trees

Squeaky sounds are made

Yet all I hear is your sweet voice

Begonia, iris, and larkspur

Deep thoughts, inspiration, beautiful spirit

Your voice still whispers to me

Soft voice still whispers to me

Soft smooth hair on skin

Delicious

Skin touch to skin, beautiful peaceful

Periodic Table

As I am sitting here

Feeling the sensation

Of the soundless wind in my face and hair

I wonder if that could be you? 

If every oxygen inhaled and

Every CO2 I exhale is part of you in me

I am not sure whether you´re able

To hear me or not

But it makes some kind of sense

To talk to you

To tell you that I miss you

And need you, even though I’ve

Never felt you or met you

I feel as if though you´ve been here before

Been here with me

Been here in my skin and spoken to me

I am afraid to say, 

and I don´t know why

I feel love and care for you

I am about to get in my bus, 

but I just wanted to take this opportunity

Where silence reigned for just a minute

In the city, 

to tell you that even though

I don´t understand, 

I trust you because you hear my heart