memories

STAINED SENSES

White Sheets
Purple-blue night skies
A goblet of red,
Honoring the memory of you.

Under a mural of broken shadows I lay,
Listening to Oceano’s songs
Paco’s 6 guitar strings,
the 5th track:

For – …
:
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Slender fingers carve your name in Space
Scratching more details to the surface,
Slowly
Your body’s shape emerges,
Your lightness is embedded on my mattress,
And now,
there is no rest for me in this place!

So I help myself to the thought of Another…
Is it wrong its not you I think of when I listen to our song?

Your warmth remains strapped to my bed.
That, I guard jealously.

It’s all I have left –
a single golden thread,

and that mysterious scent of yours.

STAINED SENSES

Remembering Past Lives & Loves

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I used to drink alone.
Single, with everyone else partnered except me.

Later taken, my boy stayed home while I partied the nights away.
That didn’t work out, of course.

So I traveled across the open sea,
but not before reaching the height of the heavens with fiery flings,
and other such things.

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On this land, there were those that danced their way into my heart.
In the desert, on the hillside.

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Yet it was the Waters that brought me a great love.
This One’s fear and doubt tore us apart.
So accustomed he had grown to my presence, he came running back into my arms.

Silly me for letting him back in
Again
And again.
No more…no more!

here comes the sun

Nearly a decade now on this side of the Pacific,
who would’ve thought I would be reunited with magic?

And yet, no matter how much of it there is,
stories don’t always have a fairy tale ending.
Heart weary, it is now all a blur.

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The only thing that’s clear is the sight of what lies ahead.

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