I’ll Bite You

And I will bite you
i will bite you into mine-ness
no – no matter how many people use the pronoun.
No matter how they use it
No matter when they use it

I will be by you so tight
so truly
so deeply
so that our brains will be one
and our breaths as well.

I’ll turn that into the norm
changing both our lives for better
We’ll be ONE so much
that’ll be a blasphemy
for anyone else to call you “mine“.

They’ll see it, they’ll feel it.
I said i am yours, and yours only.
I cannot be anyone else,
you said the same to me
and trust is our foundation.

I bite You into mine-ness
hard and constantly.
and that is no blasphemy.

July 12, 2024 0

Love’s Path

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚈𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸,
𝚠𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑,
𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔,
𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎.

𝚃𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚎𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚂𝚔𝚢,
𝚃𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚔𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚂𝚎𝚊.

𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎,
𝚊𝚝 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜’𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑
𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚝,
𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎’𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎

April 29, 2024 0

Supreme Holy Love

In the bliss of the Love I give
kiss by Kiss I melt
In the light flashes of my loving
I do annihilate

In the bond I keep alive I’m like a Nova
liquid, luminous, burning, blasting
Not the me I was born but more
Stopping time with my the clock of my hearty

This is my essence
it rhymes with the Love I am
with it, it breathes

This is the love I carry
Mighty and formidable it is

May 19, 2022 0

Moi, un peu.

𝙴𝚝 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜,
𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜,
𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚕â𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚜𝚎,
𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚙𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚛ê𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚎
𝚎𝚝 𝚛é𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚡
à 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚎 𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚒
𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗.

——————–
Alors je dis
pourquoi pas,
moi c’est moi,
ca aussi c’est moi
——————–

December 1, 2021 0

In the Shadows

In the shadows we do meet
I do kiss you
In the shadows I do hug you
you allow it
in the shadows we do melt

In the shadows we do smile
and light sparks, rainbows
sparkling lights
the ones permitting us
to live the days

Bright dark light being our sap,
the true blood for our hearts
stars to moons to suns.

July 29, 2021 0

Still Dancing

She keeps having that dream,
it’s a fire, flames, warming anything

She keeps and kept pursuing it,
even when already living it,
even when being it

She knows it is not normal
She knows it’s repetitive
boring, unreasonable maybe.

She keeps pursuing it
it’s still the most beautiful thing
the worthiest

She doesn’t resist it, not opposing to it.

Dancing, dreaming, thanking,
jumping, falling into it
Believing

July 28, 2021 0

Me.

She won’t stop loving.
She won’t stop needing it.
She won’t stop being proud of loving.
She won’t stop being a mess of dances when she’s in bliss.
She won’t stop saying what she needs saying.
She won’t stop speaking the things she believes in it.
She’ll always do that, because it is she.
She’ll always be open, her flaws on the table, totally herself.
She’ll eventually get better though, day by day.
She hopes so.

She’ll always have her own opinions, respecting the one of others.
She’ll always live believing in clarity as a lighthouse and guide.

Multiply this by thousands and stretch it to infinity,
Then you get how mercilessly naked She is
with the One holding the key of her heart
and how she thinks it has to be.

If life needs to lash her for that,
that’s a fine price for her to pay.
Life needs doing what life needs doing.

She’ll be doing what she was born to do,
She’ll be always how she is,
Being what she is, be it beauty or shame.

She can’t be any way else.
She is female energy and dragon spirit
She is submissive
She feels like a Queen gifting devotion her One
Her Love and time is a gift.

She is Her Kitty
She feels She does love like no other
because for good or for bad
She loves her way,
completely.

July 19, 2021 0

Sensibility

The more You love
the more intense the bliss
the more acute Your senses
the higher the joy for things others don’t see
the bitter the pain for every missed moment.

July 5, 2021 0

666

In the cold ice age days
wrapped by the bites of cold
attacked by the ravenous wolves

surrounded by heartless lascivious lust
the heart seeks refuge in love
its minuscule pulses
slowly breathing existence

warming
what remains and will
till the end of time

June 14, 2021 0

Heart Out of Stone

I saw a stone.

It was heart shaped. It is heart shaped. I took it, gently, I lifted it and holding it in my two hands I brought it to my chest, to my heart. I closed my eyes and two silent tears filled the space between my closed eyelids abs my eyes. Then they poured down my face.

I took it home, showered did my things, got comfortable and then I decided to paint it. I took my painting tools and prepared a dense red. With all the care I am capable of I brushed it in red, I painted it, in tears.

I painted half of it, then had it dry, then turned it upside down and did the bottom half. Some parts holds small streaks from my brushing. I stopped to look at them, they looked like living lines, arteries, veins. They felt right to me.

It is with me since then. The heart from the stone.

Can you turn a stone into a heart? Why did I do it? Maybe we can turn a stone into a heart, maybe not. Maybe it is is, seeing life in stones, maybe we need to see it, and that´s why we see life where there is not. Or maybe we infuse it.

I do speak to it at times, it even answers me, it is mostly « yes » and « no-es », and then I add the rest, I speak a lot to reply, explain and build stories.

It is here now, by me. And with my mind and my little heart, I fly

June 7, 2021 0