I ease myself into the uncomfortable.

i lick my own wounds
because
only i know

exactly     where       it      hurts

Beneath the beauty of the night's grace,  
A moment bloomed in time and space.  
Her eyes, a spark, the world stood still,  
A breath, a pause, a silent thrill.

Her lips, like petals, soft and slow,  
With her tingle cherry gloss, they seemed to glow.  
A scent so sweet, a winter's breeze,  
That danced like whispers through the trees.

The warmth, oh! It spread from skin to soul,  
A quiet fire I couldn't quite control.  
No words were said, none dared to speak,  
Yet hearts conversed in blush and cheek.

The stars leaned in, the moonlight sighed,  
As if the heavens, too, replied.  
And in that kiss, so pure, so true,  
The world was born in shades of you.

Heart becomes prison on the horizon!

Even freedom aches at the end of the day,
It's wings grow tired,no more to sway.

It needs to rest ,It needs to sleep.
A gentle pause,a quiet keep.

Through the storms it flies,through the sky so wide,
Bt even freedom must slow it's stride.

In love and hope,in pain's deep sea,
There is rest ,there is peace,for even the free.

Bigotedly, I held the same view,
Pacing a tank domestic and half-full
As the airbag now sprung from the hemisphere of my lungs,
Stone-hard and hysteric in the cradle of your palms.

I
Flamboyán whispers,
wrapped gently by the nightfall
the coquí sings true.

II
Clouds become soft quilts,
dreams live curled in the branches
under a sky full of stars.

III
The breeze calls my name,
it smells of earth and heartbeat
my soul finds its rest.