In the joyous light of our encounter lay the darkness of our parting, in our burning desire for each other lay the cold detachment of later days. The death of feeling and recognition hid in the frenzy of spiralling climaxes while the coldness of our goodbye waited on our exhausted, satiated flesh, lying on entangled embroidered sheets, in a semi-lit room reeking of roses and sex.  

She loved him far too much, he wanted her far too much, he pursued her once she smiled at him she pursued him once he ran away, he missed her for a while when she was gone, she missed him even when he was home, he didn´t try to forget her, no use at all, he left her in a corner of his mind, she tried not to think of him and succeeded, she did not think of him at all. But then, she never thought of her soul, her soul lived...

I slept under an old tree, when I woke up the garden was no more. I slept under a cloud, when I woke up the sky was no more. I slept under the moon, when I woke up the night was no more. Garden, sky and night, dreams within a dream. Who knows when we are awake, who knows if we are still asleep.  

Who takes care of the broken hearts?Who grieves for the lost in the cold?Who claims against the oddsthat plague the coldest of nights?Who holds the beaten and destroyed,who raises their hopes of a life?I know not, I just perceive the painexploding like the tide at the shores.

Just now I remembered you, years have not faded your memory, time has not killed my feelings, desire flows through my veins and my spirit remains indómitable. You gave me once the gift of lust, of laughter in the face of time, of love wrapped in companionship and that stays in me, untarnished, just like the scent of your skin in the long nights of solitude, in the fading seconds, in the lost hours.                      

When I met Gayle, we were both young, young girls looking for something to do, something more than just being women in a world not built for them but in spite of them. She was not yet beautiful, she was good looking, in an expectant sort of way. She was to become beautiful later on when she was hired to model haute couture clothes when magazine covers showed her smile and her body wrapped in all sorts of fabrics and her s...

Sunset in the city, our city by a river, sunset in the city, our love still present in the old stones, in the new buildings, in the tall bridges smiling at our river...    

Rose petals just lost to the passing of years, to the tricks of memory, fading seconds and hours. Rose petals lost in books still keeping their perfume, scented with sweet loves, desire and old passions.  

And it is now, while alone, that I see you, back in time, the young man you used to be, with tousled hair and a smile, your faded jeans and old jacket, covering your graceful limbs, marble-like skin of sweet scent that lingers in my memory still. And it is now, while alone, that your dear image I embrace and could not love you more.  

An affair hides the clocks of time under its brief encounters, hides the desperate prayer for desire to keep flowing. An affair defies time and death in its mad pursuit of pleasure, an affair refuses to become just dry rose petals between pages of some old book on a forgotten shelf.    

The limbs of a forgotten woman are like hands of a dead clock, trying to turn and signal the hours only to find stillness and silence. Desire flows through her body, only to find its object gone, tears of pain and solitary climaxes course her face erasing hope. The body of a forgotten woman, becomes a memory in itself, a trodden upon, well-known territory, owing no excuses to a fancy map. The spirit of a forgotten woman b...

I see the hours stretching ahead, sometimes hurrying, sometimes slowing down, falling beyond and behind... Still, I know their aim  is to reach destination and this signals the end, the end of time and life, the end of the journey, the end of fear, of worries, I know they can be friends, I know they can be enemies, and yet, my hours have promised to be kind with me on my way, I get to sleep every night in the belief  it w...

Through time and distancesand in your case other arms,we have become strangers,strangers who politely refuseto acknowledge each other.I would have not ended this, would not have betrayed you,would not have strayed from you,would not have left you at all.So so many memories flowand flood the solitude of hours,I have nothing else to tell you,you may have chosen well,you may have chosen badly,I care not now, you have chosen....

I´d never thought it would end this, I´d never thought we would part, I´d never thought of time as an enemy, I´d never thought you would leave me. Still, fear not, I have seen you sneaking, just to escape, just to hide, just to go. You did not know me that well, I guess, just one word would have been enough, my love and desire are not based on chains, those are just props for enhancing foreplay.  

She.   He stopped texting her, all of a sudden. She could not understand why, since he had asked her to be his completely, to belong to him out of her own will. She had found this disturbing and enticing at the same time. The nature of her feelings for him drove her to him in ways others would not have thought possible. These others would maybe have felt asphyxiated by his demands but in her case, she glorified in them. S...