Month: January 2020

Reassurance

Death, as they call it, is nothing,
I crossed the door, You can see me
I’m here in this adjacent room
I know You feel me,
I do feel You.

I am still me, you are still you.
what we were, for one another, we still are.
Call me the name you always gave me,
the one familiar to you;
speak to me in the same affectionate way
the one you always used.

Do not change the tone,
do not assume a solemn or sad face.
Keep laughing about what made us laugh,
about those little things we so liked.
Let our laughters chirp, spreading joy, as they always did.

Pray, smile, think about me but in the same familiar way.
Pronounce my name without any trace of sadness.
Our life preserves the same meaning it always had;
it is the same as before.
There is a continuity which does not break.

Why should I be out of your thoughts and your mind,
only because I am out of your sight?

I am not far,
I am on the other side,
I am behind that door.
No need to worry, to hurry.

Be reassured, it is all ok.
You will still find my heart,
you will find the same tenderness, purified.

Dry Your tears, don’t cry,
Eternity is in our hearts, we built it.
Your smile is my peace

{I saw myself in a dream. I was leaving loving words, after crossing the door, this is what remains out of it.}
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The Field

Out of you I will make a field
I will fill it with wild flowers, primroses and daisies

Then I will turn myself into the sky
the Sun, Moon and rain will bless us

There we will sit, smile, chat and kiss
In there You will find me, in there, in You.

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My Blue Fire

In verses I’d paint – the sky above us
In tongue strokes I’d write – Our names on her skin
In howled screams I’d scratch – the Moon and the Stars

With smiles – I do cradle the thought of Her heart
With moans – I do chant our passion and bliss
With jolts – I do daydream of untamed pleasures

Then

Panting I close – these inappropriate lines
Breathing I lower – the lids of my eyes
Smiling I’ll live – the rest of my day

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Primroses

It is an incredibly warm winter.
Primroses are showing their newborn heads, in January.

February will come and it might bring its icy days.
That would kill the innocent blossoming buds.
It would kill these innocent primroses I have in the garden together with thousands other buds.
With no one to cry for them, guilty of nothing.
We, did that. Inattentive humans, caring only for ourselves did that.

Small naughty primroses,
innocent and beautiful, you wanted so much to bless the world with your colours to risk your life for your desire to bring us smiles.

Small naughty primroses,
I know you will do it again and again,
every season, never learning, never resisting to give love.

Beautiful little primroses,
I see us in there. I see the spirit of every little girl in you.
I see believing in dreams, in your simple “being”.

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The little things and signs of caring,
they are flowers in the wild field of our existences. 

It is up to us to plant, spread and gift them. 
Every day, in one million little things we can do that.
For no other reason if not because we feel it,
because of how it makes us feel and the good it might bring.

We do that, and one day we might be lucky and find ourself 
in a garden full of life, smiles and flowers. 

Let’s never waste the opportunity to seed joy.

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Every Morning

Every morning I dress You
in fruits, scents and emotions,
made of colours nobody saw.
Shades and nuances invented for us.

Every morning
with the touch of my whispers I brush you.
The arc of your eyebrows are rainbows,
thy hair through my fingers are gold

Forgetting the world i’m by You .
No matter the past or the future.
Bread freshly baked
the same and yet new every day

I wake up and dress you with smiles
of a girl running barefoot on grass.
I bath You with white shiny waves
that fears nor the storms nor the rock

Then i breath you, i stare you,
i silently admire you and moan.
Then, in your sleep
i smile

I indulge in desiring to kiss you,
with soft furtive kisses.
I daydream to sneak in Your heart
I crave it and craving says “Love”

I hold.
That’s saying “I Love You”.
Daring more would break all the magic
of the dream you have on your lips.

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Yesterday

Finally like a stranded floating vessel
against my will I reached the gates of night.

Laying exhausted on that shore my soul sought that
it craved both peace and furious bliss.

Goddess Hypnos rose, my flesh surrendered.
Possessed by dreams of Love I dreamt

I dreamt of sailing Oceans and riding waves of love,
swept by those winds that only tied us more, making me stronger

This very morning I found myself on the same shore, I took a breath inhaling morning air, and salt, and sky.

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Tie me

Warning: Passionate Daring Daydream

Oh Yes, please, tie me, so that You will witness how I long all day, to stretch my hand to offer Thee myself.
Tie me as a proof of my trust in You doing to me whatever You wish.
Offered, One with you, Relying.
And when You will, You will sense in every cell how I will be aching even more for your return, fierce, desirous, YOURS.
Tie me with your love, Your care, the power that binds us.
And if You tie me and be silent, You will know me there and you will smile. Do it and I will make You feel the Goddess in my mortal life. Do it and my love, lust, and sacred desire will pull You, making You feel like hurrying to Your Kitty to find her melting in lustrous desire and immense true living passion.

Tie-me-not, because I am tied to You already and forever.
Tie-me-yes, though please!
Let o/Our love Tie me, let my Love crave You.

Tie me to the bedposts please, allow yourself to do that to Your Kitty please, so that she will pant for hours even more in the need of you.

Amplify this devouring need already filling my every minute that I cannot conceive to be greater.

Tie me there please, and I will fill Your heart with the image of me and my Love. Allow yourself to do it please and I promise to inhabit Your soul with the vision of my mind, heart and body, as I truly am, every moment of the day: YOURS, tied, belonging. It will have in you even more palpable, the burning feeling of this love that is all Yours and need You and only You to set on fire our existences.

Already
You have me tied,
intertwined forever,
in unbreakable Oneness.

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On Names

Because a name may by itself be a prayer.

Because its sound can express an entire universe and letting it go from our lips can be life

What is there in a name?
In the end, in it there is all that we charge it with
So, for me, yesterday night, it was “Her name”.
It was closing the eyes and whispering it.

A “name” can be many things to us.
A name can be life, breath,
a name can be terror,
a name can be music,
a name can be tears,
a name can be …

The name will never truly be what we FORCE it to be, it will just be what it represent within us, for us.
What we feel it is.

It can be everything but at the same time we cannot make it to be everything.

In the end
every day, every night
if we close the eyes to “feel”
and chant “the name”,
then it will respond
it will speak its nature to us.

Last night I stopped the book I was reading.
I whispered those syllables.
I listened to what they filled me with
and they spoke.
In my bed I whispered.
I listened to it all
till exhaustion killed the shouts
till staying down killed the shouts
I got flooded with it all
I got cuddled with it all

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White Sheet

A  White Sheet, a most formidable enemy
A White Sheet, your most willing listener

A White Sheet on which to carve with the nib
The the shape of your naked soul

A White Sheet
And our whole self to fill it

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