Fabiana L

Fabiana L Apr 30

Your eyes hold an ocean,
your gaze steals away time;
a wide gaze that leaves my soul bare.
Look into me and tell me what you see.
Love me more even if the dawn must wait for us.
A thousand creatures emerge when your eyes dive,
and a thousand storms collide.

Fabiana L Apr 14

A Sunday in silence

And what if I don’t write from love or emotion?
If sadness has no place in my words,
if my feelings don’t seep through the grooves of my language
and fail to grasp what’s in my soul.
If anger doesn’t ignite the candle
in the small house that exists deep within my mind.
If the absence of loneliness brings comfort to my thoughts
and fills the house with solid colors.

What if what I write makes no sense,
and I write only to set the bird free from its cage,
turning it into praise?

Fabiana L Apr 9

Fingers in his chest

He Is My Peace
Colors on our bare skin.
Broad, gentle backs
with touches of humanity.

Our breathing
becomes one.
He looks at me with desire,
and I delight him with my longing.

My fingers touch his chest,
while his kisses
fill mine.

He lives, and we live.
He laughs, and we laugh.

Happiness—
it flows
from two souls
that long for each other.

Loves until you feel fingers touching your chest

Fabiana L Mar 23

Sorrow

I have a sorrow that haunts me,
a sorrow that silently kills me,
a sorrow that spreads like weeds throughout my body.

A sorrow that makes the days seem longer
and the hours feel like minutes.

A sorrow that swallows me every morning
and suffocates me through the night.

A sorrow that trembles when it sees me smile
and begs to be gone.

A sorrow that makes minutes feel like seconds,
a sorrow rough and cold.

A sorrow without warning, yet with a reason,
a sorrow both human and sincere.

A sorrow that makes you cry endlessly
and scream in your dreams.

This month is the worst in the world, the worst of my life.
Why? Because I have to be strong,
something that in this situation is so hard to be.

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