I Am Sure

If I meet you someday, I would know that it’s you.

My skin would hum and murmur and sing so sweetly,

I’d have no need for warning bells to tell me–I’ve landed a prize.

Trust would come intuitively; blooming naturally

Our eyes speaking for everything words could never convey.

I’d recognize the butterfly in you, and the caterpillar from whence you came

I’d only be proud of the courage it took for you to break through your shell.

And I am sure

The moment you tell me that, I’m not cliche perfect

But you don’t mind because everything about me you find beautiful

Down to the itty bitty capricious details–

That you love the girl and woman and goddess in me.


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Honey, you’re familiar

They call me tomato

as I feel the flush blooming


Curse this onion skin



A cup of warm Spanish chocolate

thick on the tongue,

velvet smoothing down.

Double entendres

Laughing at my open innocence

Daylight imaginings.


Red as a tomato

Crimson as a rose

Can’t help it

I wear my feelings out on skin. 


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Dream a little dream of me

I believe that our desires speak clearly to us in our dreams. It does not matter whether we are asleep or awake, whether we are fully aware of it or not.

The message will come. Maybe in cryptic fragments, maybe in a series like a comic strip or fantasy saga, or maybe it will appear whole, which can be inspiring and intimidating at the same time. But the point is, that our desires become manifest in dreams. And it is up to us whether to leave it as nothing more than a dream and get on with our lives as usual, or something that can take root in reality and create a life of its own–with our help of course.

I dreamt of you more than once already and every time, you always felt like home. I dreamed you into being and you were there when I least expected it. And though I have built a cozy home for myself, softened some edges with time, thought I couldn’t possibly have room for anyone else, you came. You are my moment that felt like Fate.

I know now that I want to keep on building with you if you share the same dreams too. Let’s take this waltz and not look back.


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Stellar Dreams

There is a secret drawer that rattles, restless and fitful

If I open it just a crack, dreams within might simply vanish into thin air.

I can see everything with the inward eye–

how you held me with a longing and gentleness

no one else has done before or since

Warm and steady as I’ll always remember it.

The violent shakings are a nuisance

But that moment is still as vivid and dear to me.

Would that everything fall into place and we are free–

to roam every chamber, every nook and cranny of our dreams.

Where kisses turn into bliss

and whispers weave poetry

We feed on them and have our fill

All the eventide until the sun peaks

And even then I’ll be your Star, your ethereal light

The constant in your chaotic life.


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The Star

I am a brilliant Star

Who watches you from afar.

My light will be your guide,

Your hope in darkest nights

Your glimpse of the eternal

And cause for continued fight.

My light is my caress

That soothes your fears away

Every last one of them,

Until only we remain.

Such a love like this is blessed,

Such a love like this is envied;

Tossed about by the Fates,

And put to the test by Forces

Even by ourselves;

We hold on–

You to my light and I

To your words

And we,


To be blessed


With love and life


While living my days

A constant celestial being

I remain–

Ever pure and brilliant

Until the Time comes

When you pluck me from the Heavens

And we,

Love as equals.


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Poem to Eros, 23

There’s a rhythm that

naturally clicks into place

When you’re near, my dear

as if we’ve always been

The waves part and

my eyes are drawn to you

No one else can cause such trouble

like the way you do

Under your gaze I feel like

a million brilliant stars

Dressed in satin, trimmed with lace,

dancing as though in a daze 


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Poems from an Insomniac

~ Ca. 2011-2012, ed. 2019 ~


Tick tocks echoing

all around,

heart beats booming

through flimsy cotton.

A hand at my breast

but they would not still,

vibrations breaking free.

Harsh and heavy breaths

swallowed by the darkness.

Everything seems dead–

the night is silent.


Barely there

I used to sleep all right at night. No pixie dust was needed to shut my eyes and fly me off to dreamland. But these nights that pass by, I linger on the edge of peaceful slumber and restless wandering; wanting so much to fall and never remember a thing until my skin is drenched in daylight again and familiar morning rhythms stir my senses.


Sleeping to dream

Somewhere between the whirring din of the fan and the soft, melodious rustling of chimes by my window is a suspended dream. There was freedom in your arms and love in tingling waves as skin grazes skin.

I wake up to faded walls of familiarity.


No Regrets

Sometimes I want to

scrub myself raw

of your indelible ink,

and flush the brushes of our chemistry;

Bury my flame in sepia pages

still burning brightly

for anyone

but me


In 2046

The things we don’t say, I’m so full of them. I have to empty my cup and start all over again. Or whisper them all into a hollow, and cover it with earth. Anything, anything, just to be light again.



Your love, I wear it well. Wrapped around a pink stone that sits on my bosom, beating in unison with my heart.

Your dreams, I keep them well. Stacked neatly on a shelf, easy to reach like my favorite books.