Oh music! Like falling on a silk bed And feel it caress And cuddle your face.

I take pleasure looking at you You are so beautiful boy You look as if As if As if you were kissed by the sun.

Another moment Another byte It is a breathtaking land So much to see So much to grasp There is beauty all around.

It is been a while I do not see you I do not know what you are doing I hope you are fine But I have this little thought I hope, I hope. Think of me sometimes. Ok?

There is joy In having free souls around People with whom you can connect This is the elixir of life.

You are like the stars I see you are I believe I can touch you I reach You are far.

Talk to me A word from you Lights up a fire On this winter day.

I like my boy In all ways and manners I could go on writing for days But the trait I love more He has got "I won't hurt you" face.

What scares you? Existence; Existence is scary.

I like your imagination I always want to find an excuse To talk to you And when I do I always smile.

A weather vane, swiveled on its spindle, catching a cold breath of tomorrow. It was a wind that carried no sound, only the promise of change. Below, in the hushed valley, the world lay in wait. Only the winds knew how deep the snow would be—a blanket vast enough to quiet the earth, or merely a dusting of the coming dawn. The vane held its rigid vigil, a silent prophet of the chill that seeped into the marrow of the air. I...

Every time I write a line I take some more space I create a limb A jaw I am hollow And fainted in real world I create myself Only in poetry.

Your words were violent I flinched It happens often in the city I am used to it.

I have a jack daniel's And a pack of cigarettes labeled boredom On my table.

If we could only hold hands of each other And lean into each other, feeling the warmth of movement Without asking for fame Free of self doubt and care Career Just our bodies and minds Money For nothing, fruit for free Just hold our hands And lean each other’s warm bodies And run naked through open fields, And fall on a warm bed of thick sensual moss.