Revelations

Soft and cool

Like gentle breeze

Blowing through

The floating curtains

Of memories,

This melody

Makes my body move,

Slowly

And tenderly,

In a magic sway,

With the sweet rhythm

Of the piano

And the guitar.

A sudden glimpse

Of a smile

-So lovely

Ando so openly candid-

Attracts my attention,

My interest

And my desire,

Warming my soul up,

Making me enjoy

The beat,

The vibration

And the pleasure

That grow inside me,

As if a volcano

Could pump affection

Through my veins

And make me dance

Like an innocent child

Who has no worries,

No fear

And no secrets to hide.

I close my eyes,

And that image remains

-Unaffected and unique-

Like the scent

Of a lover’s body

And the sound of whispers

Behind the ears,

The touch of fingertips

-Playing along the skin-

And the sweet-salty

Taste of lust

And morning dew,

Piling up sensations

And arousing my senses

In a frantic state

Of heart and mind.

My emotions

Run wild

With the music

That grow in tempo

Revealing – eventually-

That although we have

No memories to share

-No past,

No history-

We still have

Our lives ahead...

-Intensely vivid

And vividly intense-...

Asas

…E se fosses um anjo

E caísses dos céus,

Eu deixaria de ser

Quem hoje sou,

Para ser as asas

Que te ergueriam

No ar,

Permitindo que voltasses

A alçar

O teu excelso

- E fascinante -

Voo…

Pelo menos

Uma vez mais…

Flor Selvagem

E vens 
como um vento morno 
de verão, 
acaricias minha pele, 
quando danças 
à minha volta 
e emaranhas meus pensamentos, 
causando uma desordem 
de sentimentos, 
provocando sensações, 
que despertam pequenos diabretes 
que se soltam 
livres de minha alma. 
Flor rara e selvagem, 
de doce aroma, 
bela 
e cheia de perigos, 
provoca-me emoções 
nunca experimentadas, 
me conduz por caminhos 
nunca trilhados, 
à terra de doces prazeres 
nunca dantes provados. 
Estranha sensação 
de consciência indomada, 
corre pelas minhas veias 
como um veneno bem-vindo, 
pronto a me provocar
loucas aventuras, 
como se minha alma deslizasse 
pelas ondas lascivas 
de um profundo oceano azul. 
Tua pele quase virgem, 
com a textura de uma pétala 
de seda, 
é tal qual página branca 
onde me atrevo a escrever 
poemas de paixão e desejo, 
com as pontas suaves, 
mas firmes, 
de meus dedos, 
arrancando vibrações 
descontroladas, 
quando te sussurro, 
ao ouvido, 
os anseios de meu coração, 
fazendo-te corar, 
como um anjo juvenil 
e me sentindo especial 
por ser aquele 
que te faz sentir 
extraordinariamente singular. 

Wild Flower

You came

Like a warm summer wind,

Swirling around my body,

Touching gently

The surface of my skin,

Playing along with

All my senses

And arousing desires,

Like a naughty fiend,

Emerging free

From inside my soul.

Sweet scented

-Rare-

And wild Flower,

Full of beauty and

Filled with tricky dangers,

Bring me emotions

Never experienced,

Carry me through

Unknown pathways,

To the land

Of the “never tasted”

Sweet delights.

Daze sensation

Of untamed consciousness,

Run through my veins,

Like a welcome poison,

Ready to take me

To frenzied adventures,

Surfing my way

Down the luscious waves

Of the deep and blue ocean.

Your nearly virgin pale skin,

Resembles a smooth petal

-A blank page-,

Where I dare to write

Passionate verses

Of infatuation,

With the tender -but firm-

Touch of my fingertips,

Plucking out

Amusing -and uncontrolled -

Vibrations,

When I whisper

Lovely and true wishes,

-Making you blush,

Like a pubescent angel-

And feeling special

For being the one

Who makes you feel

Extraordinarily unique.

Thin Ice

…And then,

Suddenly,

A crevice

In the thin ice

Of deceit

Comes into sight,

From under

My bare feet

And I find myself

Surrounded

By the cold waters

Of truth,

Struggling to breathe,

So I can survive

Reality,

Trying to find out

Whose truth

Lies underneath

The surface

Of the real one…

Ride

I ride fierce winds

And thunder bolts,

Fighting wild beasts

And startling thoughts,

While I face ghosts

I am not scared of

Anymore.

I bring anguish

And I bring solace,

The aching pressure

And warm touch

Of fingertips

On bare skin,

Rising chills

Up the spine,

While I slowly

Knead the pain away.

I ride horses

That cannot be tamed

And passions

That should not be controlled,

Making sweet attempts

To bring stillness,

Where there once

Were blowing storms.

I (just like you) had

My heart broken

Uncountable times,

Before the pieces

Were mended

In a puzzle of pain,

To allow them

Finally ascend

-Alive and anew-

From flames

That burned inside

My soul,

Like the Phoenix

Born and risen

From its own ashes,

To a fresh

And praiseworthy life.

I have touched

Strings of hatred

And distrust

To produce sounds

Of sweet harmony

And pleasure

From the cold

And tensioned steel,

Bringing a silent torrent

Of screams

That flooded

The mind and the eyes

Of my sweet

Candied loving one.

I ride the fears

Of your untouched spirit

And find myself

Missing emotions

I have never had,

While a question

Comes straight

From the reason

Of my mind

To the essence

Of your feelings:

‘What is it,

After all,

That are you so afraid of?’

Tonight...

Tonight,

What I need

Is just someone

To hold me

In a tight embrace,

To shush me

Tenderly

And to tell me

Quietly

To slow down

For a while,

As the world can

Turn without me…

Tonight…