a certain kind of love

a certain kind of love
is a blanket or other comfort
the warmth of your skin, the sweetness of your caress
the right words to turn
a rhythm in sync, resonant soul-moment
endless moments of seek, these restless streets
cares and glares a chamber gives
the next relentlessly and without effort unleash.
a hurricane tore the guards of the walls of heart
a house sex built to withstand
all manner of human fault- forgive
and shelter
a certain kind of love
beautiful face to soothe
lovers past forget
and dreams
to behold
a pause in the flux of life / this song
accompany me
curves parallel the longer perspective
and wounds of heart that are healed
I grasp your core artfully and not with little
desire I bite
an other memory of my heart
turns to dust ash
/ © eduardo de león

objects to which we owe allegiance

objects to which we owe allegiance
things/people which we retain
times when we are beholden
this time when we behold
thinks to forget/ begs be forlorn
Remembers and longs for remembrance
I find and lose your memory daily
a photograph I can’t escape
and can’t help belonging my image to
creativity as therapy/ i hate you never
was so appealing / good-bye never so close
and hurt never so immediate
tengo una herida llamada ________
y una cura llena de ti.

____________
/ © eduardo de león

anoche soñé con ella otra vez.  íbamos a almorzar, yo me senté a su lado, y recogí sobras de comida entre sus muslos. 

anoche soñé con ella. por primera vez en mucho tiempo.  estaba saliendo de un apartamento en el cual un hombre se encontraba con una prostituta, cuando escuché un teléfono sonar y fui a verlo, dejó de sonar y una voz familiar lo respondió con "Aló?" y después colgó.  le pregunté porqué había respondido al teléfono, y estuvo avergonzada, salimos al ascensor y cuando salíamos del edificio entraba la esposa de aquél hombre. era un edificio de Parkchester.

i suppose it makes them feel normal, or virtuous, kind, civilized..

blogging from security gate at lga - on a network called nwaworldclubs

déjame atravesar el viento sin documentos
que lo haré por el tiempo que tuvimos
porque no queda salida
porque pareces dormida
porque buscando tu sonrisa estaría toda mi vida
quiero ser el único que te muerda la boca
quiero saber que contigo la vida no va a terminar

- andres calamaro

two weeks to go - the longer the present to be

a desktop picture/window, weather forecast

a cemetery, autumn begins

overcast sky, overcast mind

a new operating reality, i might become accustomed

slow piano strokes, thunder, a dark corner

a cold embrace, sweetly whispers

two more weeks - the freedom to endure

the binding ties that chafe these wrists;

the rage and anger, the tears, the fists-

neverending hurt becomes

my truest companion, promised bride

i choke on a bite of its frosted heart

and silently slip into a nightscape [mind/reality]

of a dream
© Copyright 2006 Eduardo De León