Give this ink your pores

Have this string of pearls I write, bind the soles of your feet to my shadow. 

Read me, read these lips, that have laid claim to you. 

Come close, feed me your lips, surrender your petals to me.

Listen to the letters get messy, as I write for you to surrender. 

Let them zigzag thought your blouse, and let the buttons fly. 

Give this ink your pores and spell out what isn't me...

Jar of my little poems

I wrote my pen pal a letter, and she received half my heart. I told her that the next half would be on installments. 

She cried her eyes out, while we swam in the pool of her tears. 

She kissed my scar and swore to bleed blue. I kissed the doubt from her lips and swore to strangle tomorrow for her.

Her heart I sunk in the jar of my little poems, wishing her to drown in my arms. 

And she has...

Seduction

Seduction is natures way of evoking. 

It's a peculiar smell that penetrates your pores.

Seduction is the fog that kisses the nape of your neck. 

Seduction is the vine that climbs the trellis of your body one inch at at time. 

Seduction is without purpose but by design. 

Seduction is the unspoken that screams. 

Seduction is hunger feeding on you...

Close shave

A man needs a close shave, close enough so that he cuts himself if only to reveal his true colors. 

He needs to surrender to his desires, if only to conquer them. 

Every now and then a man needs to turn his world upside down and let the current take him. 

He needs to face the wind while facing himself. 

He needs to forge an unbreakable bond with destiny and surrender to it's whims.  

A man needs to know himself and be at peace...

El perro

No me llames por mi nombre, dime perro para que quede claro que quieres que te muerda.

Trepa mi cuerpo, clávame el puñal de tu heroína, has que nunca deseé nada que no sea una sobredosis de ti. 

Ven a donde no estoy y acompáñame ahí. Entra por mis venas, aduéñate de mi vacío y amuéblalo de ti.

Odia lo que no hemos sido, ahora que sabes lo que somos. 

Descascaro tu corazón con estas letras para que sepas que soy el perro...

Kiss me

I've stolen my hearts thunder, I've hidden a simple phrase. My arid lips refuse to moisten and release the sweet words that bind.

Let the stars carry my voice away, let this poet surrender to the quiet, while this phrase returns from its hiding place.  

Stare into my eyes and never see my lips move, I'll give you my heart without uttering a word. 

Kiss me and let this be our language. Kiss me and let this be our bond...

Entonces

Si me la llevo por el brazo y ella se lleva mi corazón, si me ven volando y nunca aterrizó, entonces que. 

Si sin pretextos y justificaciones me tiro a las llamas y me carbonizó, entonces qué. 

Si me vuelvo loco y es por ella, entonces qué.

Si a mordidas le cae a mi corazón qué importa, yo sé lo entregue. 

Si es hembra y con eso basta, entonces qué. 

Si me canso de contrabandear y quiero sentencia, entonces qué. 

Si le quedan quince granos de arena a mi reloj y los quiero gastar en un minuto con ella, entonces qué. 

Entonces...