Te amo
Y sueño de nosotros pasar tiempo juntos
Ser capaz de abrazar
Sin miedo, la vergüenza, la culpa
La libertad de amar, de manera abierta
Para ser capaz de decir “Te amo”
Sin preocuparse alguien puede oír
Sueño con pasar mi vida contigo
De nosotros envejecer juntos
This useless
Horrid
Piece of shit
Beating in my chest
Keeping me alive,
Killing me every second
Aching
Yearning
Burning
Hurting
Wishing it would end
Knowing that it won’t
That it can’t
Knowing it should have been prepared
But wasn’t, couldn’t have been
Can’t
Your mind,
Racing, burrowing, digging
Finding wonderful, incredible things
Sharing retorts, puns, beautiful synergy
So alike,
On point
In sync
Conversations – deep, profound, meaningful
Meaningless, light, fun
The laughter at a shared shameful pun
Deeply, thoughtfully gazing into each other’s eyes,
Peering in the window to our minds
Science, music, language, words
Incredibly hot to both of us
You can see my brain preparing,
Your wonderful, knowing smirk
Waiting for the pun you know is coming
“Supercalifragilisticexpialadamn”
Your smirk, turning to a beautiful laugh
Contagious laughter
Gazing
Knowing
Thinking
I wrote this one to my graduating class, in 2000. And I even had it read on the PA system on the last day of class…
We’ve spent the last four years together,
Been through worse times, been through better
It’s been fun, through all of it
Even though we’ve sometimes failed, or sometimes quit
We’ve been happy, we’ve been sad
We’ve been joyful, we’ve been mad
We’ve lost friends we’ll always remember
They’ll stay in our hearts forever
We’ve made friends and we’ve made foes
Where will we end up? No one knows
We thought this time would never end
But now we’re women, now we’re men
Not that the years have come and gone
We know our friendships will go on
We’ll get our caps, we’ll get our gowns
We’ll all move on, we’ll leave this town
We’ve had fun these past four years
To the class of 2000, good luck and cheers!
An embrace
A stroke of the cheek
You gasp, moan softly
I shiver, your sound reverberating through me
We bury our faces in each other’s necks
Nuzzling, kissing, breathing, gasping
Slowly, kissing my way down your neck
Back stiffening, you moan more loudly
Suddenly you pull my head up
Up, toward yours
A kiss,
Wonderful,
Magical,
Earth-shaking
Hungrily, strongly, we get lost in each other
We pause, relief and tension mixing equally
Breathless, neither of us able to speak, to move
Slowly, carefully, we embrace again
I kiss your neck
Yearning to hear your moan again
I tremble, breathless, as you moan louder
I kiss your forehead, your cheek,
Finally, again, your lips
Forcefully you press against me
Back stiff, trembling, moaning
I pull you closer, getting lost in your passionate kiss
If you were Irene Adler
And I were Sherlock Holmes,
Our passion would be fiery
As a hundred thousand ohms.
The world would glorify our love
In endless epic poems.
We would honeymoon in Reichenbach
Where the falling water foams;
On Uffa and in far Tibet
We would build vacation homes.
By day we’d tour the countryside
In hansom cabs or broughams;
We would spend our nights in poring
Over ashes, stains, and loams–
If you were Irene Adler
And I were Sherlock Holmes.
We would dauntlessly stroll fogbound streets
Where the footpad slyly roams;
Together we’d solve cryptic crimes;
Our triumphs would fill tomes.
We would shadow super-criminals
Through ghostly catacombs,
Through the opium dens of Limehouse
And through Brighton’s pleasure domes–
If you were Irene Adler
And I were Sherlock Holmes.
But alas! You’re Mary Morstan
And I am Watson, John or James,
Two ordinary mortals
With ordinary names;
And in spite of all the sorcery
Of wizards, djinns, and gnomes,
You remain not Irene Adler
And I am still not Sherlock Holmes.
I want to sleep with you
Sleep, nothing more
Your head on my shoulder
My arm around you
Window open to chill the air
So we have to cuddle together to stay warm
Sleep – peaceful, blissful, wonderful sleep
Sleeping,
Together
