mokshaking

would I want to wake

from this sleepless dance

that melody which

holds flesh through clothes but

dreams of skin to skin

telling me

kisses are never bad

if they come in tiny revolutions 

the pureness of

dancing like it's war

my rituals, surviving the wilderness

the reason concrete turns into jungles

or bedroom lights into stars and moons

dancing like Kali on the field

so angry and lonely

and full of love

no matter how wrong

would I really

want to wake

from this sleepless dance?

chainrattler

she looks at me, saying

'jealousy is just fear'

we must forget every rule

this world taught us

when trapped in love

my heart turns into a monster

it roars, but only to rattle the chains

break the bars of the cage

okey, so maybe;

love shouldn't be hungry

love shouldn't be hungry

it should be free but

with a good, fucking appetite

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