borboletas

it's been so long
since I wrote a poem
in which butterflies
are fighting for air


thank you

it's a new dawn

first we take Manhattan

then we take Berlin

I cut myself new hair

for a new dawn

'cause even presidents know

that every major life change

always begins

in front of the mirror

introspection

god bless the universe inside my mind

where my thoughts dance naked

and no one else can get inside

tell them to behave

put some clothes on

or turn the music off

roué

late night or
early morning

he stands on his knees
in front of me

his two hands
surround my waist
and meet where
my back curves

I should've left long ago

his open mouth rests
breaths warm air
on my naked belly

you always have your heart
in everything you do, he says

now his fingers
make an energy field
on the small of my back

how did you know, I say

and let my clothes
drop to the floor

two egos

love would be
robbing banks together
spending our last money
on margaritas and skydives

no, my darling
this isn't love

this is just a
rope pulling competition
between two egos

between bridges

in between goodbye and hello

the state where
I've stepped away but
not yet found a place
to step forward

the little space between
bridges burned
and new paths
to be dug

my fingers playing
in the ashes

leaving grey and dirty prints
questioning the existence
of everything
I touch

imsouane

I don't trust
the promises
leaving my darlings mouth

what I trust is
airplane tickets
intimate breaths
the taste of salt
on my skin