Are You Before You After?

You've been for me
before the day
before "before".
As in the I of you
you find
the you of me,
you'll be for me
till after the afternoon
after all "after".

Flesh River

Your moving flesh
flows through my memory:
a bottomless river
without shores.

Forgotten Life

There wasn't but a moment
a single glimpse of you.
I'm taken prisoner
by your unseen body
that moves me, moves inside of me
tirelessly.

There was a life in me before you
I've forgotten...

"Unreachable"

Since knowing you
I've became a slave
to an unnamed flight
with destination
called "unreachable".

TimeVertigo

I've given myself whole
to the flow of rabid time
In vertigo I keep
the perfect memory of not knowing you
only by letting you go.

Blue B-Fly

Once a blue butterfly
came to rest on my finger;
flying away it took my mind
to you...

Transcendence

I'm back inside of me
together with the I
who bounced off the mirror
beyond of any mirror.

Chisel

You are the chisel
that I used
to shape myself
on the inside.

Recall the Bubbles

Where are the games
of soap bubbles?
Now I meet only people
who cry when dreams shatter...

Half Minute Fall

You and me
we both fall in the same minute
of another day
I may be tomorrow
with you yesterday...

Light Death

I know you not
but I can guess
your kiss is of the deep blue
that follows the last light
of a dead star.

Your kiss has the last unknown
that followed me to the light
of the last falling star of a night.

Your kiss, your kiss sings a caving song
of a hole in the soul
that has interred
the skies of all nights
with the stars of all lights.

Shelter

When the sun falls hard
upon my bare skin
untie your hair
and let me grow
in the shelter
of your shadow.

Propel

I drive on a curve
tangent to any extreme
I swing on a propel
hanging from the edge
of the twilight
I drive a swing
that doesn't swing twice
before my next jump.

Light Rock

I am the first rock
that says "no"
to the waves of the ocean.
I slowly become the light
of the lighthouse that
grows over me.

Water Quest

If you let your water flow
it may join water
in am ocean of streams
which one is yours?

Body of Pain

my muscles ache of mountain
my knees were slashed by rocks
my eyes are scarred from the inside
by images of distant past
my lips still feel the pain
of kisses you never gave them.

9 of E

Maybe you also leave yourself
prey to the winds of the same storm
maybe you also glide your wing
through the same thunders
ridding the peak of the wave.
If so, look for me on wave
number nine of the Eastbound winds.

Recall the Games

Where are the games
of dare-or-not?
Now I find only half-dead people
walking the streets
in search of protection
from their own memory
of living to the brim.

Where are the games
of hide-and-seek?
Now I'd have to pry open
half-empty eyes
and yell without end: I am here!