Acariciar el eterno

Mi mano acaricia
el aire
buscando amor
y compañía,
buscando besos
y sonrisas.
De repente siento
tus dedos,
y tu suave piel,
y aquí encuentro
todo

Embraced

Touching
like a deep
breath;
Exhaling
like a soft
kiss

Ginkgo in Spring

Oh, ginkgo tree

I've seen your
bright greens of
summer
and your
explosion of yellow
in fall;
I've seen your
quiet winter
meditation
and now finally I see
your ancient rebirth,
your newborn sage

A joyous woman

I saw a woman laughing
and I saw light in
her eyes
and her strange teeth
were somehow
perfect
in this wide grin,
and her laugh
echoed
in my ears
so that
I knew what joy
sounded like.
And her wild hair
was the hair of
a Lion,
free
and full of heart.
And when her laugh
was done,
I licked my lips
as she did,
and I tucked my hair
behind my ear,
as she did,
and I looked in the mirror
with a smile

When I read my poetry outloud

When I read my poetry
out loud
I feel your lips on mine
as I say every word.
It’s as though
every touch of the lips
makes my voice stronger,
my words louder,
my heart brighter

A moment in the night

The smell of night air makes me feel free. Like I can go anywhere, be anyone, be anything, in the blink of an eye. Nothing is too great, too small, or impossible. Nothing is out of reach - even you, God, myself. The grass underneath my feet is so thick that it feels like a ground of sponge but... as I run my feet through it, I can feel every single blade. I feel as full as this grass... and each blade is a moment, a kiss, a smile shared between us in this lifetime, the previous ones and the next. It seems finite but I know it is infinite; in each moment there is more grass and at this rate maybe one day I'll reach the sun... But for this moment, I enjoy the moon, the the curve of my lips, the wind on my skin, the sound of your breath, your smell and the night dancing together to the music of flowing water from River, roaring waves of the Sea, cawing from Crow, low sounds from Lion, howling from Wolf, all lulling me to sleep. Everything telling me: sleep and rest your head.

Words of no words

Sometimes
the world is so
beautiful
even a poet runs
out of words;
wanting to
feel it
instead of
touch,
wanting to
kiss it
instead of
taste

Floating

I see our
arms
rocking back and
forth
like waves
and I'm not sure
if I'm body or
boat
but I know
I am light
and will stay
afloat

Proof in your kiss

I know time
doesn't exist
when I close my eyes
and feel every kiss
you've given me
on every
part of me:
from my forehead to
my toes,
from my fingertips
to my soul.
And I feel every kiss
you've yet to make
and they feel
more real,
more a part of me,
than my own skin

Our first Spring

I didn't get a chance
to feel the spring
but my heart felt
the summer
and its deep greens
and its musical waves.
And my heart felt
the autumn,
its explosion of colors
and its chorus of laughter.
And my heart felt
the winter
and its profound silence
and its light despite the dark.
But my heart can't wait
to feel the spring
and embrace its rebirth
and feel how all the birds that
sing
are me,
and all the flowers that
blossom
are you.
And we will sing
and we will blossom
towards the warmth of the sun,
towards the light of God