Tuesday, 22 March 2011


Amapola Blooming, self-portrait
Shedding my old skin,
undressing the past of my eyes,
stripteasing the unknown, 
beckoning better times:
 My love is blossoming!

Friday, 18 March 2011

No wonder

 Eye of time, by Salvador Dalí

My pupils are bursting

with vivid memories,
of sleepless silences
and lavish loud poetry;

with thrilling images
of your eyes in ecstasy,
piercingly mirroring my lust,

carving into mine like hungry knives;

my pupils are bursting,

with flashes of naughty laughter
and graffitis of swearing words
as I ride my love on you,

willingly, rebelliously;

my pupils are bursting,

with haunting memories
of this restless human craving 
and my fearless animal loving.

No wonder I cannot sleep.

Silent Love

I want to baptise my skin
and give it a new name;
a name after my blossoming petals
and your burning fingerprints

as your summer breaks into my spring.

I want to wash my nakedness
and give it a fresh smell;
a smell after your restless breath
and the sea waves of your lips on my lips

as my ecstasy echoes in the wind.

I want to ink my skin
with her new name;
a skin named after our rythmic hips,
our silent whispers,

and a love that simply dances, but dare not speak.

Lovers, by Henri Cartier-Bresson

Tuesday, 8 March 2011


 Smiling Angel Gabriel, in the cathedral of Reims, France (13th century)
Original image source: www.champagne-mante.com/Nouvelle-traduction-The-Cathedral 
(imaged altered with www.photofunia.com)

Oh, how I love the flair
of your gorgeus imperfections
and your unarming, honest smile!

Monday, 7 March 2011

You know?

 Marilyn Manson

You like to mock me
because I rock.

You want to fuck me
because I trust.

You like to taunt me
because I stunt.

You want to taint me
because I glow.

You like to knock me
because I love.

You want to break me
because you lost.

How sad.
You could be happy too,

you know?