Wednesday 27 April 2011

sƒz

Sometimes not saying the truth is half a lie. I tell you this just because I want you to know that I know and I don't mind. There are things we can't change, things we don't want to change and things that will change us.
My head hurts, my hands are stained with blood, my heart is pounding like it would just be about to explode.
Night and darkness, that's what you are and it scares me as much as it attracts me.

They would say I am destined to get better but never recover.

Love is sudden and painful like the bite of a snake and when it reaches your heart the game is over.
I am suffocating and I see my determination vanishing water-soluble painting of my life. 
Depending from who I am missing stained memory of this eternal recurrence.

Every night the same dream comes back to wake up my senses, your lips taste of cherry and you skin is smooth and scented.
Maybe it is my feral nature to guide my fantasy making of you my prey while I probably am the mouse and you the feline, but I would not mind tasting my blood from your claws.

I'll keep it as it is, because my dreams are the anchor to the harbour of sanity.
I'll keep you in my arms and touch you until I fell your fever rising.

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Author's note: I suggest Mendelssohn Violin Concerto in C minor, almost better than sex....I said ALMOST.

Tuesday 12 April 2011

Beyond Reality

I move my hand on your body, slowly and smoothly. I taste the skin of your neck drawing lust on its velvet with the tip of my tongue. The thought of you is stronger than pain, fatigue or sadness.
I look for you in the eyes of strangers, biting my lip until it bleeds, to contain my desire.
God…I want to feel you…or maybe I just don’t.
Feelings are like a made up woman that when you wake up the morning after you don’t recognise her any more.
I should ignore them and just let myself go to this passion.
It fills my heart, enhances my excitement.
I drag my lips on your thighs looking for the source of pleasure and pain and I listen to your moans making me lose my reason.  Like a wind blowing away the clouds, you make me brighter.
You are my here and now; you are my everywhere, my future.
I taste of you and that makes me want more.
Your lymph is my strength and my drug. I want it so badly. You can ask me everything in return - Even my life.
Inside of you I find my warmth.
 I take you strongly melting my voice with you moans, my moans with your songs.
You change like clay under my touch and I want to feel that strongly and leave the signs of my passage on you.
You are mine and I am the one who possesses you, you are mine and I am the one who violates you:
Your body, with my body
Your ears, with my words
Your soul, with my darkness
Your heart, with my insane love.
Every thrust shouts my love to you; every word you say is the answer.
I release my tension and I receive your cries.
Vow for this love, transcending reality.

Monday 11 April 2011

a dime

The world turns around me in slow motion. I try to hold the thought of you, but it sleeps through my fingers. I end up staring at my empty hands. Are you real, or are you another grotesque joke of my destiny? Illusions made my heart tired and consumed my soul.
Now I live with a soul made of ashes and a heart crawling like a snail in my chest. That must be the reason why sometimes I am so sick of living.
Your silence kills me. I’d like to be there lying at your feet, waiting for a gesture, a smile or a stern look, but being there, with you, getting a tangible proof of your existence.
You are nothing but words and pieces of a puzzle I can’t complete. You are fuzzy feelings and a hand full of heartbeats.
Tell me that you exist for me somehow, somewhere or let me become insane.
Maybe there’s a place where madness is painless and you can rest in it without worries.
I am keen to oblivion.
There have been days in which I thought I could bear the pain if that meant being alive.
There have been days in which I could burn without crying out my fear.
I am not so brave anymore. I have been left in the cold for so long that my heart went out and I don’t even have a match to burn all the rest.
Outside my window some shiny lights and the city, which is nothing more than a passive whore laughing at my sorrow, trying to excite me with a cheap show.
I would like to be free to sleep under a starry sky, alone with the cold and my anger.
Can I mention Love?
Only to tell that it’s not fitting in the picture.
A loveless dog who can’t feel anything else than self pity, that’s what I’ve been called.
The truth is another one though. I am a loveless dog who can’t stop the feeling biting in his flesh like a gin trap.
They ask me to smile but when I do they think it doesn’t suit me.
Being happy is an option I still didn’t pay for. I’ll be there with the next invoice.
The world keeps turning around in slow motion, while I slowly fall asleep to meet my monsters for the next cards game.
Tell me… Are you real, or are you another grotesque joke of my destiny?

Sunday 10 April 2011

I wish you to survive

Today I can’t think sharply. It’s like something would be blurring my senses.
Last night I wanted to show you the meaning of love but it was just sex and the hunger ejaculated out of me and we moved one step further from each other.
You think it’s all given don’t you? You think it’s enough to live a healthy wealthy life together. You don’t need fuel to keep the fire alight, but I do.

I am really sorry.

No, actually I am not.

“Come on, Bo I want to do it…”
“Kid, it’s late let me be…I have to get up at five tomorrow morning”

You rub your erection on my thigh

“Dammit Kid! Don’t behave like a child…you had the whole fucking day to…”

I feel your tongue on my groin

“what the fuck…” I moan.

I am getting hard too and that’s the end of my complaints.

Taking you and then sleep, I know the pattern and then it will be done for another month until YOU feel like it again.

I am human.

You can’t keep messing with me. When I put my foot wrong, maybe you’ll understand.
There’s nothing either good or bad, if we don’t think of it.

Your hands guide me into you, a muffled moan that you silence on my lips.

You control your voice, you still don’t want me to hear you. I get high of my own moans.

The rhythm of my movements doesn’t care about you anymore.

I think of him while having sex with you. That brings me where I want.

“Bo…”
“I know…” But I am not going to stop, not this time, not even if you beg me too. Pleasure turns into pain.

"Bo please…”

I have been begging you for months, in silence: “look at me, I need you…look at me I am starving for your love…” But you’ve been deaf to my cry, letting my tears dry slowly on my cheeks.

I know, but I am not going to stop, I want this pain to wake you up, I want you too see me.
You are crying. I cry out with you, an explosion of rage coming out my throat.

We collapse like card towers. You turn away from me.

Tonight it was not sleep after the pleasure, but anxiety after the pain.

You’ll still be here tomorrow.
I will be here too trying to keep this worn out love alive.

I won’t ask you for forgiveness if I can make this wish come true.

Blaming me is not going to spare you from the pain.

I wish you to survive, I'll do my best not to sink.

Wednesday 6 April 2011

I promised to a lie

It’s all because we have been told that love is a fine feeling, which we suppose to need to be happy. But happy times are like pieces of glass on the shore, getting polished by the sea, losing they shine. Happy moments are there to give an illusion, to begin and to end. Love and pain go together and the pain is so hard that you can forget yourself in it.

Falling in love is just a lie. Lust exists. Interest exists. But not love. Love is there when we lose our ability to see, and we leave of a mirage. Illusion is a drug you get addicted to and when you dream once you can’t stop anymore and you end up losing contact with reality.

I am longing for a world of silence and dark, where my feelings can be dead and where I rely only on reason. But that’s also a lie, since you can’t run away from yourself.

I have been waiting for so long for the past to come back. I could have accepted the monster to come live under my pillow again, as long as that meant having you back.

But love is a painful illusion and you are a liar.

Now I live with a heart that looks more and more like a filthy snail, crawling in my chest with no pulse only blood drops falling on a concrete pavement.

In my pocket I still have a couple of dreams made of sludge and a broken watch; I still keep it there, like all the other things that ended…A pathetic collection.

Still I trust in something. I trust in the feeling that spoke to me the day I met you. I trust in every word you didn’t say. I trust in the warmth filling my body while you kiss me. I would have liked to be strong and I never wanted to have a reason to apologize, but my destiny seems to have other plans for me.

That’s the reason why I am here now, holding your hands on my lips asking for forgiveness.

I am giving up, all the silly thoughts, the flirting sentences, the weakness and the dependence. I give up my soul, but that’s not such a loss, you can easily get a new soul at the black market, and I will make sure to have a better one.

I am taking arms against a pain of living that annihilates the attempts of being happy.

You need a person who does more than simply existing and I’ll be that person, for your sake, because there is nothing more sacred for me than your precious self.

Herewith my promise.

Tuesday 5 April 2011

eternity is a marble

I thought we would have been together forever. I was sure that you and I would have spent our life looking at each other, looking together at the horizon.
But you died. You just died and there is no better or simpler way to say that.
After that, the void, the sadness, the sense of guilt, the apathy, swallowed my life.


I had no reason to be, without you.


“I will always find a way to protect you” you said


I don’t know about love, but if love ever existed for me, I think it was there with you.


I have passed my life looking for something, trying to find you in unknown eyes, but I just found disillusion and humiliation, I found out that not everybody is kind, I have been used and left alone.


With the time I have learned the meaning of the word cruelty. I have lied, cheated, hurt on purpose. I have run away as soon as feelings were involved and I have punished myself every single time I felt happy for something…or someone.


Even now that I have a lot of years I can count behind my back, I am the first to run away for the fear of being left alone.


I write to you now because I am scared, I am scared of letting myself go into the wave of emotions crashing into me.
I know my limits and I know that the line I am stepping on is narrow and fragile.
I know that the rose light in the sky always hides the darkness of the night.


…But, please, tell me I can dream some more…dream about a chest where I can rest my head, about delicate fingers combing my hair, warm lips to kiss my pain away.


You told me you would have never let me down, proof this to me and give me this dream.


Tomorrow the dark will be there again and I my body and soul will be cold and restless.
But today, today I have a warm shelter where I can hide.


It will not be too long before we will be able to meet again and then I won’t let you leave anymore, I am going to sink my teeth into your flesh and take you, I am going to burn in hell, just to feel your warmth, once more.


But not yet…not yet.

Sunday 3 April 2011

Apology of Sin

Eros in one act.

Jude the Sinner
Elijah the sin

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[lights go on – a red alcove two bodies, a whisper]

Your body is like a column
I look at you with velvet eyes.
Hands on your hips I taste the source of your sin
Thrilled I loose conscience of here and now to
Give up to you
My sin

Soft and violent,
Hard and rash
You hurt my skin and swallow my heart
Delightful torment

[the scene turns around changing into a dance of blazes]

I want to see you burn
I want to feel your heat
I want to loose my reason
Into your arms

That’s where I want
To be
Existence is a book with
So many white
Pages, for you
To write on

I want to ignite
Our life
I want to crash into destiny
And sweep away its plans
I want to lick away the traces
Of the past and
Create a new future where my lips
Are on your lips

Give me yourself

You ask what it’s already yours.

[the curtain closes on the clinging bodies – lights go down]

Friday 1 April 2011

into the void


memories of unspoken words,
that's what you give me.
I never thought it could have hurt so much,
to see you run away.
Everything I say tastes of failure and you know how much
I would like to talk to you,
to make the dark look crimson again.
I am not so young anymore,
maybe that's why I cannot understand;
my storm is of another kind, it can't build anything, only destroy,
while your impetuous sea is made to bring you to new shores.
I thought my nothing was made to fill me,
while I slowly began fading in a black hole of disbelief.
Vomiting self pity is not an option I know.
What I am is all I've got left.
I still hold the rope with one hand
I feel tired though
I feel like letting go.
You were my only reason to hold on and
when I have to miss you it's difficult to endure.
let me ask you one more word.
A confession.
A denial.
A curse.
Whatever you'll say could save my life
or straighten my fall
into the void

over the edge

Seth couldn’t concentrate on his paperwork, the discussion he had with Miguel the day before was echoing in his head. He still couldn’t understand why his friend got so lit up about that.

“If you would look beyond your own stiff convictions Seth, you’ll see that there are people loving you. The problem is you don’t look in the right direction, Válgame Dios!”

Miguel had moved from Colombia a few years before and he had been his colleague since almost two years now. Seth found Miguel a very interesting guy, smart and cool and after a few months working together, they had been seeing each other out of work, for a drink or to play pool and they ended up becoming quite good friends.

They could talk about everything and they were always on the same wavelength.

But the day before something had turned Seth’s world upside down.

He should have been at work till late for a meeting, but the chairman had called him to cancel it, so he decided to take the rest of the day off and go home. He knew Renée didn’t have to work and he wanted to surprise her….and he did.

The door of the apartment was locked. Seth thought it was strange when they were home they just closed it without locking it. When he entered the room the muffled sounds coming from the bath caught his attention. He neared the half opened door.

Renée was in the shower facing the wall, she was moaning loudly due to the apparently skilled attentions of Ward, Seth’s best friend.

He went back to the living room took out his coat and jacket, took a glass and the bottle of cognac, he filled the glass and drank it empty in one shot.

Paying attention not to be noisy he went to the sleeping room, took a suitcase and threw all could fit of Renée’s clothes in it. He put it by the door and then he sat on the couch waiting.

It took sometimes before the two came out of the shower.

“Oh my…” he heard Renée’s shocked voice and immediately after Ward echoing her with a “Oh fuck!”

He stood up and walked to Renée “You have five minutes to disappear” he said cool “I’ll send you the rest of your stuff later”

“Seth, let me ex-…” Ward tried to say

“Shut up. Get the hell out of here, before I fucking kill you…”

Ward didn’t reply, he quickly dressed and he vanished.

When he finally remained alone, Seth took the bottle he had left on the counter with the serious intention to drink it out.

After a few more glasses the emotions began flowing in his blood amplified by the alcohol “Why am I actually smashing myself for that bitch?” he said loudly to himself kicking the leg of the table.

He took the phone and called Miguel. He needed someone to talk to, someone he could trust. His friend was a very good listener. Seth always had a good feeling after talking to him.

“Hi Miguel it’s me…Seth…”

“Hola! You sound…awful! Something the matter?”

“Just…I need to talk to someone…”

“Where are you?”

“At home.”

“Give me twenty minutes and I am there..”

When Seth opened the door, his shirt open, covered in sweat and smelling of alcohol, Miguel frowned

“What the hell has happened here? Let me in…”

He took Seth by an arm and pushed him down on the couch sitting next to him

“Come on…what’s the matter?”

Seth told him the summary of what happened that afternoon and Miguel listened actively.

“It’s going to pass, I think you should be proud of yourself…your carpet is not stained of blood” he joked “and you have other friends and love is not irreplaceable.”

“I don’t want to trust anybody anymore. I thought he was my best friend…I wonder how long they were doing that behind my back. Love is just something we want to believe in, to refuse acknowledging that human life is nothing but struggling to satisfy ones physical needs…screw them!” he said filling his glass again.

“If you think that, only because of what happened today you are a coward. You prefer being the victim and making a burden of yourself than reacting” Miguel replied angrily.

“It’s time I become aware of the fact that I am possibly not going to find someone loving me completely, the same way I would be ready to love. That kind of love doesn’t exist…”

At that point Miguel had lost his temper. “You don’t understand anything” he said blushing, and he turned away from him. “I’d better I go now. I seem not to be of any use here.” He hissed while leaving his apartment.

He didn’t see him since then and he still couldn’t get over his behavior.

The door of Seth’s office creaked open.

“May I come in?” said Miguel blushing.

“Hi Miguel! Sure!”

“I won’t stay long; I just meant to apologize for last night…you asked me for support and I lost my temper…Lo siento”

“Naah, no te agüites …I was weeping like a baby. I needed someone to shake me awake. I just…I just don’t understand why you got so mad about it. I think you would have lost some faith in your fellow man too, if you had been fucked from your girlfriend and your best friend at the same time...”

“Maybe” he said “What about drinking something together at my place tonight? Then you can weep some more and I won’t be the jerk this time…” he smiled warmly. His tan skin was a neat contrast with his pearl white teeth.

Miguel’s flat was small but cozy.

“I brought a bottle of Cognac but I forgot the cigars” Seth apologized entering the room.

“It’s alright; I still have some good ones”

The night was warm and a scented breeze was coming from the sea. They sat on the floor on the balcony, and Seth all of a sudden didn’t feel like talking about what happened the day before anymore.

“Wanna talk?” said Miguel with an encouraging tone.

“Not really, I am enjoying the moment; I think I don’t really feel like talking now”

Miguel swallowed soundly “N-no problem”

They sat there for a long time, smoking and drinking, without saying a word. Seth caught his friends staring at him from time to time. He seemed worried.

“Is something bugging you?” he asked

“No, I…I’ll be right back” Miguel stood up and rushed inside.

Seth had the impression that something was wrong. He waited a while but Miguel didn’t show up. He went looking for him.

He went around in the apartment and he heard a noise of water coming from the bath. The door was open and Seth saw Miguel with his head under the gush of water from the faucet.

As he saw him he stood up, frowning, water dropping from his hair.

Seth felt his heart pounding, but he immediately got shocked from his own behavior -wait a sec! What’s with me getting all self conscious now? He is a guy and he is a friend! – Still he felt the tension rising.

Miguel stepped towards him.

He turned away “sorry” he said “you didn’t come back and I just wanted to check whether you were alright…you seemed upset”

“I was” Miguel suddenly replied whispering in Seth’s ear “I was upset at myself…for the feeling I have and for the fact that I can’t control myself” Seth’s heart was pounding so hard that he thought Miguel could hear it.

He turned back holding his breath. Their lips were so near they almost touched. “M-Miguel I…” That is what it was all about then?… was that the direction I had forgotten to look in?

“Maybe I should go home.” He said suddenly looking down

“Maybe” was the cold reply.

Going back home, he tried to clean up the mess he had in his head. What happened just a while before? What would have happened if he didn’t turn away? Was that the alcohol or Miguel really meant what he said?

For a moment he had felt like letting himself go. He wanted that. He could lie to Miguel, but he couldn’t lie to himself.

Once back home Seth threw himself on the bed without making the effort to undress. Before he realized he was asleep and shortly after the alarm clock woke him up.

“It’s already morning” he said talking to himself. In a second the memories of the night before came back to him. How am I going to face him today? I don’t know if I have to feel guilty or proud of myself…damn it!

When he arrived in the office he discovered that Miguel had called in sick.

He got on the point of calling him several times during the day, but he didn’t.

Miguel didn’t show up during the whole week and when Seth finally tried to call him he got his answering machine.

Seth began feeling guilty. Maybe he was not coming because of what happened…what if he was there feeling depressed? He had to do something…Miguel had been there for him when he was desperate.

Being honest he also wanted to see him. This last thought made him blush. He smiled embarrassed to himself “Good job Seth!” he said aloud “very good job!”

After work he drove to his apartment.

He had to ring several times before hearing footsteps on the other side of the door. He felt his blood concentrating on his cheeks.

The door went open: “Seth…How…why are you here?” Miguel was visibly surprised

“Can I come in?”

“Sure!”

They sat on the couch.

“Why didn’t you come to work?” Seth said throwing him a stern look “and why didn’t you pick up your phone?”

Miguel dropped his head and sighed. “What do you think? I have made a fool of myself. This is the first time in my life I run away from something” he confessed “I was scared that you were not going to talk to me anymore, now that you know how “things” are…”

“And…how are ‘things’?” Seth felt his own voice trembling.

Miguel raised his head and he looked at him. He was breathing quickly, his lips parted, his face suddenly flushed.

Seth moved closer to him their eyes met for a second and his brain was hushed. He took Miguel’s face in his hands and kissed him, but he didn’t return the kiss.

Seth frowned “Now I am the one making a fool of himself, I probably misunder…”

Before he could finish the sentence Miguel pulled him towards himself and kissed him, slowly, deeply for such a long time he got lost in his kiss.

“I am sorry…” Miguel finally said breaking the spell and, hugging Seth firmly, he added with a smile “I was so happy that I got stoned…”

“We are a good couple of geeks…” They laughed together.

“Well, are you going to come to work tomorrow?”

“Sure”

“Well…then it’s better for me to go now. It’s getting late…” Seth tried to free himself from his friends hug without success “what the..?”

“I don’t want you to go…”

“I don’t want to go either but…”

Miguel let him free from his hug

“Then stay” he said. He was giving him the choice to stay or go. They both stare at the ground.

Turning towards him Miguel saw that Seth was looking at him, his expression was confused, his eyes begging:

"I like it when I am looking at you and I can see you looking back at me." He said taking his hand.
He stood up and pulled Seth along. They moved to the back room.

It was a small space with no furniture but a futon bed and an old standing lamp. The large window was covered by two heavy curtains. The moonlight filtered in between barely defining the space.

They threw themselves on the bed.

“It’s a long time I ask myself how it would be like…” the moon was illuminating Miguel’s face. His eyes were glowing like the ones of a feline.

“What about?” Seth asked rolling a tuft of Miguel’s black hair around his finger.

“El sabor de tu cuerpo…”

The depth of Miguel’s voice made Seth shiver.

“I possibly didn’t tell you that you are darned sexy when you speak Spanish…”

“creo que no” Miguel answered nibbling his lips.

“Jerk…” Seth moaned slightly out of control.

The air of the room felt like velvet on his skin. Seth’s mind was filled only with his lover’s presence.

At the beginning of that day he was still fighting against the idea he could have feelings for another man and now it all felt like it was completely natural.

Maybe love really existed at the end, maybe it had been waiting for him all that time over the edge.

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Author's note: taking for yourself the pleasure of coldly prepare the suticase of your partner why she is having sex with another man in the shower it's priceless. That is the moment when you realize that maybe your life needs to change direction.


Cognac is not exactly the best enhancing method but concerning me that's pure fanaticism.