where snake skins shed and rebirth serpent wings dangled by the love growing dying and re-birthing between two souls adjancent in their ever twisting polaraties of becoming one of becoming two of be- coming three. in between the nature of naked bodies the nature of naked almas in the nature of becoming serpent wings shedding into the becoming of nothing more than nebula up-cycling the tongues. the feet. the naked mind. the precious breath. dancing
braiding the frail bodies
opening into the ‘scapes
of doubts covering in fear
all of which get demolished
again with the piercing
of wet lips on wet lips
wet eyes on wet eyes
seeking the dance
of us. where the mirrors
stop breaking. and start
fusing. theories of open
chest. open mouth. open
hands. theorized in the practice
of bones and earth rattling
all the names we moan
when there is no one else
around to hear our naked songs
te da pena a veces
que el mundo vea estos
momentos de como tu labios
tu cuerpo tu piel tus aguas
pintan estas paginas de web
estos momentos digitales
que escarban y recogen
una gota del sudor
de nuestros amores
si te cuento
cuanto te amo
en poemas y cuentos
cuanto tiempo no estuviera
besandote. pero ay veces
que con las palabras. te beso.
los labios. tu cara. tu cuerpo.
tu corazon. y tu alma. que igual
me besa con tus ojos. al leer.
there is nothing here but us
re-dreaming. ourselves. into molds
not fit. for this or that. but lovers’
worlds. turned to friends’ worlds.
turned to us. worlds. demanding
something. more. of something less.
of something not made up. but consistent.
constant. with this stream. of chest.
of being molded by the soil and turning.
it over. turning us over. with our hands.
with our legs. with our feet. with our mouths.
with our kisses. turning over. and over. with
our bodies. hard pressed against. each other.
and the earth. turning at the revolutions. proposed.
by light. by electricity. by poets and artists. un-
radical thoughts. of evolving inside homes of earth.
un-radical notions. that we are forever. inside
the core of heat. found in eyes. found in breaking
our own conditions. our own limitations. our own
random thoughts. sinking further. inside the womb
of us. waiting. turning. and building a nest for them.
star one. star two. star them. coming through you.
in the lighting of us. breathing. panting. molding
deeper and deeper. into the skin. that sweats
and turns with us. all in the turning. of hair.
in the turning of our hands on each other.
holding on to. the nothing. waiting. for.
the unradical. nothing. in turning with.
the earth. again. and again. and again.
she’s the one that drives the sail of this ship
no. i’m the one that drives the sail of this ship
no. this ship is binding by two hearts braided
two minds braiding and untangling. re-braiding.
two souls twirling in a dance of d.n.a. strands
coming together. again. in this raging sea
wanting to swallow destiny for a 2.5 bedroom
and a 1.5 car and 2/7 picket fences. a square cage
swirling in a raging sea. trying to swallow. while
we stand in the center. trying to swallow our own.
life. our own waters. our own flight. our own beginnings
we the one. dreaming this ship towards this home.
like right now.
where i find myself.
in da bliss. and da calm
of my chest rememberin’ you.
thats nice. those.
to just travel
with my tongue
across every landscape
of the you
otro beso. otra mano. otro beso.
musing on the serpant skin of us
blaming nothing. but eating the sun.
drinking la luna. opening. the permission.
to kiss the softest parts of your flesh.
pressing. against the keys that our ours.
black and white and inbetween. adentro.
empujando cada clave hasta que se acabe
the moaning finish spilling the truth.
wake with that chord pressed against your chest
my lips. singing. up and down. the melodia. que
consumimos. cada vez. anchoring into the improvisation
amongst all the written music de nosotros.