Tenemos toda la noche.
Ten cuidado con mi Corazon.
Manana seramos decir, “Adios.”
Pero en este momento
Nuestro tiempo es la cosa que es el mas importante
Solo este tiempo contigo, amor.
Mis expectativos del este tiempo no son los mismos del mis experiencias.
We whisper softly in the growing dusk,
Fecund with soft undertones,
Like soft wind breathe on my face.
Your lips hover against my neck,
Soft, downy pillows, on my bare flesh.
I feel your breathe on my neck,
The slight stubble on your chin,
And I shiver softly,
Discovering in the warm ocean breeze, a hint of some unexpected future.
No me duele.
Me gusta mucho.
Ten cuidado con mi corazón, mi amor.
Assignment # 2- Meditate on a piece of trash and then describe it and make it beautiful or alive for the reader.
Vision of an Ashtray
Gray, white, and black dusting of ash lines the base of the aluminum basin. Watermarks stain the metal in shades of brown, gray, and black. The pallet dulled with age. The interior of the can is also stained. Black smudges spot the walls like constellations. These are contrasted by a galaxy of white dots, gray debris and sticky, old gum.
Occasional smoke wafts from ill-stubbed cigarette butts. The smell is at once pleasant, and acrid. It evokes memories of years as a smoker. The taste of the inhale, sweet and harsh. The aftermath, where my mouth felt coated, As though I had licked the interior of an entire ash tray Yet somehow-- still attractive.
I am struck by all the colors. Whites, beiges, dotted with yellow, Shockingly green filters With names like Camel. Warm brown scattering of ancient tobacco crumbles. INHALE.
Assignment # 5: Think of garbage—contamination or containment. Imagine an elaborate contamination control. Consider: What am I contaminated by? What do I contaminate? What might you do to keep what you wrote from leaking?
hide the HIDEOUS
They built our new school on top of an arsenal.
hide the WASTE bury it entomb it in concrete
proclaim it clean proclaim it safe make it a wildlife preserve
If I close my eyes, I can sense you in the darkness. I taste your skin through scent alone Longing for your gentle caress, a sense of rightness. Senses ranging out beyond this space, my mind's eye flown. Out into the cool night rain I am full of longing, seeking your kiss. While my body lays here, my main Vision is of you, don't want to miss-- Even an instant of what could be Lost in the flood of this torrent Of sensuality. Emotions fill me Sweep me deep beneath the current I don't care of it drowns me Long as all your love still surround me.
You ask me why I no longer write you love poems But I do write them, leaving them only in my head. So now I attempt to spill out the tomes Carefully treasured, to find where they led. Each stored line seems to point me back to you As I navigate through what is me and what is other I learn there can still be me and you too My heart tells me I do not seek another. In each beat, I hear your voice, feel your touch Little things turn my thoughts constantly your way-- Some might say this is not much But to me, all the signs seem to say-- This connection is something special, our love too great To be ignored, I must grab this chance before too late.
I have been meditating on your secret picture message for days, My heart and soul drenched by desire to be beside you Even across time, across distance, you are near me in so many ways, When I want nothing more than to lie in bed, thoughts of you prompt me to-- Arise again and meet the day with a smile. Thinking of you, reminds me of the little joys in this life. Our love is never stifled by the space of miles, Not every obstacle before me causes strife. My mind strays from what is before me, my thoughts drift, Suddenly I am right beside you, smelling you in my room, Timeless in your touch, geography is no rift. Even my body has joined you beneath the moon. You are my dream both day and night, Visions of holding you close, fill me with light.