Red Wine
the key
I wish I had the key to every opening! I wish the stars would reach to me for every need! The sand would then become my slave Build castles in the blistering wind, raise mountains …
A thief I am… I should be
To meet again; to feel the bare scent of her skin I’d beg today – even pretend to close my lips to … I pray there be a day when I will feast and feel the shivering taste; her …
darkness
I dear to dream, yet I’m the nightmare pouring darkness into your little spark of light… So many pages written blind… or torn apart So many hidden rows; so many chapters locked! …
Do you really know?
I’m nothing but the watcher bid to see; never to touch! I’m nothing but the child never to live nor tell his tales! Not yet his time! NOT yet his time… NOT YET the time… There is …
Shell of a moment!
So we talk! Words after words flowing to the mid of night… under the watch of the bitter of the Moon I’m like an open book, until, each time, we get to wonder the past; And once …
What do you dream?
Still, the wine has an end. And the green dress remains only a dream – one of the many; The roses at your neck have the shape of a black orchid So afraid I will not be able to tell …
My last …
Having another look; my last! The sky in your eyes… the ginger hair and the body so thin; You’ll never know how close the edge … You’re changing! everyhing changes again; your …
The nightmares…
The nightmares are back! The ones of forever changing shadows; they’re calling me back to the sheets of lust… The table of silence is back! The only words, though, are the mute …
The little roses
Watching you sip from the red wine startles my heart I do not know if our silence or our inner gaze, or if our long talks, our game of words born from the need to tease, do startle …
So peaceful near you
So peaceful near you, holding your red wine glass; sitting so close to the edge of this eighteen floor balcony… More peaceful than my secret inner gardens, or the bossom of the …