celelalte cuvinte - 25 de ani

va multumesc din suflet ca existati, totul ar fi fost altfel fara voi..

S.S.

the unspoken
to D.

we are forever imprisoned by
the unspoken, he said to me
telepathically. there is a spot
where my vowels would like
to touch you. lick your
youth.
so miserably lonely, you and I.
so darn mute & wanting.
the onion moon,
the moon that peels off into
layers
just like your goose-bumped skin
under my naked touch
sneaks up on me
from a flock of tree tops
round like your chin
sneaking up on me
every time like clockwork
from a bouquet of goatee hairs
smells like love out here.
in the open air, bad music is playing
but we don’t care. we hear our chests
sighing and breathing forth
to embrace the scent of dry vine leaves
hanging down from the rusted rack
where they’ve been stretched
and then entangled
I wanna be free. I wanna be free
of your hands reaching to grab mine
into forever. I wanna breathe you in
and breathe you out with my belly.
the impoverished sight
has found a moon
and perfumed goatee hairs.
tongue populating my silence
into sweet wine moisture.
tonight I want you.


book-carrying guys
to D.

there is a species of book-carrying guys
who stack up fantasies
in their back-packs
which they carry
proudly
in the front, pressed against their young, hairy bellies
they wear black-framed glasses
expensive collared jackets
and they laugh a lot
no matter what they step on,
they keep laughing
even the air around them
has culture in it
one could breathe it in
and light up
like my little bitty street close to downtown
where late-night cabs keep bringing them

as alerga, ..

as alerga, dar merg, desi'ar trebui sa ma tarasc..

a beautiful..

a beautiful working day.. thanks sony @#$@%!*&