it's a secret 

they don’t know but
I keep a secret very well hidden 
It’s right here, look
cast in my eyes
                            or 
in every flat note of my voice
              and
                            furthermore
in every heart pulse of mine

it’s actually bare, most of the time
as it’s so obvious how stars come out of my eyes
and melodies are always on my lips
              and
for my heart,
                            oh my heart
it beats, so many beats per minute
              and
i can’ tell no one that

(i will tell no one that)

that light shining through my bedroom window
- so bright -
the underscoring of life,
the music score of love,
is you.

forever

until i forget my age,

I said

- or, until when I'm dust and light, and
fly around the flowers,
(blooming them) -

i'll be kissing you,
I promise.

girl knitting on the train

tiny freckles leaning towards to
two knit needles plaiting, as one
she picks, laces - picks, laces -
and sheds one loop,

the wool yarn gets tangled up
girl, please - pull, unravel it -
quick,
the winter is coming soon

girl knitting in front of me, and
I wish we were on those two needles
being bond for the cold.

dissent

this being autumn - he said -
you can either cry for the falling leaves,
or treasure how beautifully they dress the sidewalks

notice there is always grace
in little things around us,
or in how destiny challenges us everyday

he said - look, i can take you here, and
here might be unfortunate

but

you can always run
there,
where you know you're always expected,
as long as what you expect
is there.

angles

if i tell you this:

there’s no light without you, so
i need you

or
instead i let go that

it’s never dark when you’re around, and
gladiolus and roses blossom,
butterflies dance around my skylights
and
night is never enough for us,
for both,
my love

what would you prefer?
what would you rather listen to,
my ego
my heart
my soul
or my love for you, my darling?

reflexions

saturday afternoon in Oxford:

the sun,
illuminating all our steps
the past, 
the present, and
that red ivy you embraced

i,
holding you tight and telling you softly
"close your eyes and pretend you’re here, but
many and many years ago, in a different century"

and you
(yes, i could tell - you)
and me,
we both
travelled in time
we almost kissed in a different era
listening to others footsteps,

saturday afternoon in Oxford, and
i could see you everywhere

with me,
inside me
and tomorrow.

peckam pub

the kid playing pool with his grandfather
jumps and hops over the table,
tries to sink the yellow balls, but
he misses them all

- so his granddad follows his dance.

as i'm drinking alone and writing
gentleman come to offer me wine,
ask if my leopard shoes bite, and
i smile, and 
i grin, and 
i laugh!

the youth ones drink stouts and play darts, but 
who cares?
i keep my attention on the gold generation
because,

there's nothing wrong 
in helping a young man win,

and

there's nothing wrong 
in keeping an old man's hope,

- so i follow their dance.

even though i don't know much

i may not know much about love

- of Romeo and Juliet,

Apollo and Daphne, or

Samson and Delilah -

but I do know exactly

- especially when the sun rises or sets, and

we (distantly) cannot kiss –

that this weight on my chest

is you,

and that burden in your heart

is me.

ground

turkish coffee over lunch
your eyes spinning around my fate, and
that goodbye kiss between your arms

again
(and meanwhile)

the world hangs in candy canes, glitter 
and cotton candy clouds, 
up, up
in the sky.

between

he was minding the gap

between him and herself

he was

keeping her close

- distantly -

and,

like a lump in her throat,

he stood under her breath

nothing good ever gets away

she said
dancing in the platform, and

(one step back

and

two steps forward)

holding an entire ocean.

rush

quick,

I cannot wait any longer

before I see you again

not even a second, my love

and I too

I am kissing you right now

from your chin to your forehead,

from your navel to your scruff, 

and 

from my words to your heart.

unknown

my baby has garnet eyes, and

velvety hair - dark,

like the deepest sea

full with undiscovered life

my dearest has gifted hands, and 

a luscious smile - mauve lips,

like the deep water roses

where I may 
lose, and 
find myself anew

over, 

and over again.

blissful

I could write all night about this:

the tip of the paintbrush 

between the tips of your fingers

conducting an orchestra, and 

your wrist,

dancing a waltz with my heart, and

my eyes,

glaring

at the sublime.

sun rays

I want your lips on my lips, and
your legs around my neck,

I want your teeth biting my nipples, and
your sex filling my mouth,

and then

I'll want coffee - with you - every morning, and
the sun rays sweeping our bed,
and 
the clock announcing a time out

(but)

not for long, darling, not to worry
as I was meant to love you

every day, and
every night.

still there

Clapham at night time,
lights wash the pretzel store, and
we're still there, my love.

junctions

We kissed, once again

heading to different trains,

already missing each other.

there

Under the duvet

i am still leaning on you

You,

gently roaming around my waistline

I,

scenting new inches of your collar

And then I, telling
i need to get up

And you, asking

can I play you a song

Suddenly

dripping from the skylights,

the world 

drops in so odd, and

in tiny drops - so spare

and 
so unnecessary -

I,

want to hold your hand in that golden field

lay on the ground and stare at the blue sky

listen to the wind, playing with the hays,

and name all the clouds that pass above us

And then I,

will ask you to move inside me

and live within myself forever

for when I dream I dream awake

I 
want you

so much

that never, in my whole life,
my skin was in such heat.
.
You
heartburn
me
.

talvez um dia eu consiga explicar-te 

que de todas as coisas particulares, 

há aquelas que permanecem: 

o sol 

a bater nos teus ombros 

suave e docemente, 

o teu sorriso 

enquanto pergunto 

se posso beijar-te, 

os teus lábios, 

infinito íman de carne em chama 

e abismo, 

de onde sempre me lanço 

em queda livre, pelo teu corpo 

pele na tua pele 

infinito no teu infinito. 

lá fora, há uma lua 

que de tão cheia se prepara para entornar ternura.

unblock
.
I am gonna write you - 

lay
on the white pages

and write you with all the letters,
with every single kiss,
and
every inch of your skin -

flaring
in desire.

três letras

.
há uma onda que se se recolhe
no meu peito, meu amor
do teu cabelo
e se agita de saudade,
há pássaros que cantam
lá fora, inquietos
a tempestade,
e em apenas três letras, meu amor

o fogo lavra

a noite rompe

as estrelas ruem
.