Alberto Palomo, Lexington, South Carolina, USA

I smell you...I smell you....I hear you...
my senses get sharpened...
I don't know how...why ...and when...it started...
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through darkness...
your pulse marks the tempo...
my skin remembers your breath...
the rain is stopping...and...
the fog...excites me...
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New sounds...come back...
the season is changing...
words with color and body...
senses...dancing around ...
your sweet passion transforms me in a beast...
I growl...and follow your spoor...
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Hungry wolf...voracious instinct...
logic of nature...
dry throat...
wet mouth...
pain of a bleeding wound...
hooked on your sighs...
slave...of your essence...
wild animal...that doesn't want to be free...
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You know my secret..
although I howl...
you are not afraid of me...
the window is not closed...
your bed...open...
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The Moon...projects a shadow...to the east...
then...when the SUN comes....this shadow ...
will be a man's one...again..
You only ...loves...the wolf in me...
He doesn't care...and...I've gotten used to it...
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I will love you...deep ...noisy...tasty....
we'll eat to each other....
you will be my little red riding Hood...
till the SUN comes...
I'll leave...
run...and walk...
Then...
at dawn....
at home...
I turn the lights off...
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© 2019 Alberto Palomo

Ah...Muse...!

Why...don´t leave you me alone...
living ...my reality...?

Why...you are whispering ...again on my ears...
what My soul wants...to spell...?

Ah...crazy Muse...!
You know...
You know...that I don´t want to write to anybody...

I just...confess to myself...
To be in peace...
with the ghosts...of...my Orange dawns...
In a low voice...
never loud...
simple poems...
words...
that become...everything...

Urge of souls...to live the life of a human being...
Short...long...Lives...
Loved...loneliness ...

I saw her today...
She didn´t realize...
I wonder...
If...everything has a reason...?
Maybe...
She would still have my letters...poems...or stories...in a drawer...
Confessions...that One day... on a rainy night...
will be ...for someone... absurd prose of an unknown writer...poet...?
Without my dedication...in a...
Torn page...
where...I drew a few flowers...under her name...

At best...
She will take the challenge ...of reading it again...
and my perfume...would stroke her face...
My silent brown eyes...will reach her body...with
words...that were born for her...
Verses...for her Blue eyes...
that she...will leave under her pillow...

Ocean spray...on her lips...
Far away...lands and languages...
owner of our Dawns and Dusks...
and ...in each sentence...
a flower smiled to the SUN...

Ah...crazy Muse...!
why don´t you leave me alone...
with my ...real....life...
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© 2019 Alberto Palomo