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.

Love’s Path

π™°πš—πš 𝚈𝚘𝚞, πšŠπš—πš 𝙸,
𝚠𝚎 πš“πš˜πšžπš›πš—πšŽπš’ πšπš˜πš›πšπš‘,
𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚜 πš‹πšŠπšŒπš”,
𝚝𝚘 πš πš‘πšŠπš 𝚠𝚎 πšŠπš›πšŽ.

πšƒπš˜ πš›πšŽπšŠπšŒπš‘ πšπš‘πšŠπš πšœπš™πšŠπš›πš”
πš πš‘πšŽπš— πš‚πšŽπšŠ 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πš‚πš”πš’,
πšƒπš˜ πš›πšŽπšŠπšŒπš‘ πšπš‘πšŠπš πš™πš•πšŠπšŒπšŽ
πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πš‚πš”πš’ πš’πšœ πš‚πšŽπšŠ.

π™Ύπš—πšŽ πšŠπš—πš πš πš‘πš˜πš•πšŽ,
𝚊𝚝 πšƒπš’πš–πšŽπšœ’𝚜 πš‹πš’πš›πšπš‘
πšƒπš πš˜ πšŠπš—πš πšœπš™πš•πš’πš,
πšπš‘πš›πš˜πšžπšπš‘ πš–πš˜πš›πšπšŠπš• πš•πš’πšπšŽ.

πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš™πšŠπšπš‘ πš’πšœ πšŒπš•πšŽπšŠπš›

π™΅πš›πš˜πš– πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ 𝚠𝚎 πšŒπšŠπš–πšŽ,
πšŠπš—πš πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πš πšŽβ€™πš•πš• πš‹πšŽ

Imagine

Imagine me
my heart wrapped with Yours

Imagine me
watching Your soul
my wish to kiss it, taste it, lick it
fill it.

Imagine me,
as i imagine Thee

My Heart

May be a black-and-white image of 1 person

The whole of me dances
swirls of Love
before the mirrors of Your soul.

Wearing nothing but my long black dress
the black collar around my neck
the glow in my green eyes of fire.

My nakedness yearning stripped
revealed, Yours

My nipples aching to point at You
needing stretched by Your kisses
twisted by Your fingers
tasted by You

I dance for You
spurting black glitters of fire
sweating desire and love

My legs flashing my body
longing to be altar for You to feast
on it, in it, over it,

Seen or unseen
heard or unheard
I dance, breath, live
Yours

Heart & Mind

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Incessantly
my heart speaks to my brain,
it knocks at the its doors,
screams, yells, chants, cries, dances

Constantly
my mind absorbs, listen, feels
doing its best to connect all those words,
images, ripples, twitches, scratches.

Together they make the wheel turn.
These flowing revolutions are my life
they fill my existence,
the pulsing beat of this battle.

The two of them are strong,
they are bold, they both need expressed
they both defend their very existence
none of them wants to back up

Soul and mind,
to feel and to know

I am in the middle,
I am inside,
I am the circle
I am just me.

Even silence carries your name
glowing in the dark
over my grey blue and red dreams.

Hymn

On the sand
I doth carve love
In round glyphs,
simple verses chanted at dusk

Naked
I got no stars in my pockets
Standing
staring at the face of the nascent evening
In our shore, illuminated by the bonfires

I chant for us, beaten,
yet stronger than the pulsing youth we had
which one day will end
Yet it’d us created,
us, now by this ardent fire
On this shore
under the the nascent moon
and the dancing flames.

Tell me You want me happy.
Whisper me that and under my skin
a sweet wild river for you will dance
my woman spirit
and Your mouth will drink it
quenching our thirst.

Tell me of my place, as me say Yours
you are my within burning torch
Tonight, in the shade the burning sphere
under this nascent moon
Of a springtime night

Feel the happiness you own,
if You just spread Your winged arms
to collect my heart, my glyphs
Your sadness will be past, such as mine

Turned into a nova of falling stars.
lighting the shore,
where once there was a little fire

Nakedness

There are simple, basic, little things,
in which we put all of ourselves.

Almost invisibly, that make us fragile
leaving our soul exposed
it leaves us disarmed,
to the blink of an eye
or the lack of it

Invisible weapons that’d hurt no one
yet able to break us
Is there any greater strength
Than nonchalantly, day by day,
offering love?

Not Without a Kiss

Prior to leaving the room
I crave
printing my kiss on your lips
making your lips swollen
of my love

Marking you with my kiss
I’ll then feel, imagine, see thee,
having dinner, living, giggling
frowning, chatting, smiling
All of it, with my kiss, alive inside thee

So come,
Bless me with the pleasure
Of printing my love on your lips

Bless me,
With the gift of inebriating you
With the depth of my love

No, don’t leave that door without it
It’d be a curse
Come and I’ll show you
What is it to be loved
have that said lips to lips, wordlessly

No night shall pass
without the taste of my kisses
no room should be left
leaving this soft ruby flower
hanging
on the petals of my lips

no.

4 Letters Hope

Life, what a word.
Life, four letters,
like Love.

Words holding their essence,
to me,
they do.

In the two palms of my hands
I hold them,
lifting them up

To be blessed by the sunbeams
every morning,
starting with hope

New hopes that are the same
yet new, every morning

Life, Love, soul, hope

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