stories to tell

 A snowy temple,        a dream of a warming kiss, snow melts silently. 

 Para que escribirte un poema? Si no hay palabras capaces de ilustrar tu esencia? Tu piel de nieve, o de nube blanca y suave, de una leche alimenticia, de perla brillante; son solo metáforas mediocres en comparación con tu realidad resplandeciente (que me tiene loco por tocarte y acariciarte. Desnuda y bajo el sol para que me dejes ciego). Una mirada cómo la de Medusa. Convierte en piedra mármol al que se atreve a adorarte. Y aún así, hermosos son tus ojos que en un momento son azules cómo un zafiro sabio de esos de las profundidades de la tierra, y en otros cambian a una esmeralda, llena de vida, de tu naturaleza desafiante y apasionada. Tus ojos llevan a la locura y aunque nunca vuelva a respirar, sería una forma bella de morir (quiero verte sonreír con esos ojos, feliz de mi calor y de mis pensamientos, de un abrazo íntimo que dura horas en la cama, entrepiernados).  Y es que hasta tu caminar es indescriptible. Unos muslos largos y suaves, pero con cada paso se nota la silu...

 Te acercaste a mí con esa mirada De ojos esmeralda, del mar hechicero.  Quedé quieto, mi alma envenenada De una pasión más profunda que el Pacifico entero.  Tu piel tan blanca que la nieve te envidia Y tus labios pétalos de rosa  Suaves y coquetos cómo una orquídea.  Esta oficina es un mar abierto Y cuando hablas es un canto tan bello Que me enamoras por cierto Y me ahogo pensando en aquello. En un beso tuyo, un beso de sirena Que me encanta con tu forma de ser Y regreso muerto a la arena Feliz de solo un momento tu amor tener  

I wonder if you’d like to go on more walks with me. If we were together would you hold hands as we walk? I wonder what you would say if I told you I wanted to date. Would you be shocked? Alarmed? Disappointed? That classic, and maybe silly, “I don’t want to lose the friendship” thought keeps me from saying something. I don’t want to be that guy that is your friend only to date you. I hate that trope. I didn’t become your friend to get into your pants. But oh boy do I have it bad for you now.  It started small. First it was after years of being friends I still enjoyed getting to know little deeper things about you. For a forgetful person like me to remember childhood nicknames was a strange realization. I ignored it thinking it was just a fluke. Then little by little how I felt around you kept getting new facets and perspectives. Now it’s kaleidoscope of feelings! They are all beautiful and different and I love every one. We can be talkative friends about life, and in an instant enj...

 Can’t stop dreaming about you. Today I was at the store and found myself smiling about that time when we accidentally bumped into each other. All those papers on the floor. They seemed to be made out of lead how hard they fell. I apologized as you bent down to pick them up and i felt silly and self conscious as I too went down with you. It was very cliche the way it all happened. I think you felt my embarrassment a smiled at me. I wanted to love you right there and then.  The world was spinning in the wrong direction when we stood up and i was not able to say anything then. I had never seen someone so beautiful before. Your eyes, scrunching from the awkward smile, were kind and shy yet shined brighter than an emerald sea. I didn’t want you to find me staring so I looked down but your mouth was just as enchanting. Your lips were a hot-pink lemonade in a hot summer day. Your kiss would be enough to make Aphrodite relinquish her title.  And now I find myself smiling because...

 The way her hair danced with the wind was all he could think about that morning on the crosswalk. She was a couple of feet in front of him, one foot halfway perched on the curb. Her eyes were fixated on the little red hand across the street. She halfway turned her head as she expertly guided the flying golden strand and tucked it behind her ear. Her eyes swiftly looked back a for a tiny moment her eyes met his.  The green of her eyes flashed a little blue as she looked forward again. “Was it magic that made such hue?” He thought. “I will ask her today” he continued thinking. “Every day we walk together to the bus. Every day we catch little glimpses of each other. Every day it feels like the air between us flirts for us. I will ask her out today. Before the bus arrives”.  The light turned and she started walking. She walked confidently. Her hips swayed to a rhythm that hypnotized him. He thought how warm it would be to hold her by the hips and embrace her gently. She was ...

(This was written in 2023. Seems ages ago  the start of a story I never dared finished writing)  i like you. even though i'm not supposed to. it's silly perhaps. or it could be seriously wrong. to me it just feels normal. but maybe to you it would be weird and gross. i keep telling myself i should want someone like you. not you. basically an imaginary version of you that matches with me in age and place in life. but that's hard to find. does it even exist out there? as far as i know you are unique. i mean how can so many interesting attributes ALSO exist in someone else? it's laughable.  yet i still like you. i some times day dream of holding your hand. or of stealing a kiss if we were together. i'd like to have secret touches or lingering looks or sneaky sounds that unite us when no one else can see. i like you and every day i tell myself to just be happy i get to talk to you and be around you. i tell myself that we can't be together. because it's true. i h...