Breathless I awaityour existence in my zip codeBreathless I awaita tanning essence to christen my faceBreathless I awaitfor a deep melodious voice to singBreathless I awaitthe sweet mango scents to awakenBreathless I awaitsoft touches from a caring sanitized handBreathless I awaita cool soothing scoop of ice creamBreathless I awaitfor the salted flavor of love to … Continue reading RP: Breathless

Trust your gathered wordsUse them like a hawk's sightBut be weary of unified crowdsThen strike with sharpened talons By Amaury

I envisage a night of soaring white stars traveling the thick heavensImages of old presenting themselves; of days when I was a bit greenerMy brows watched friends come and go like waves during a turbulent sea Time like the wind blew by quickly, racing like a small neon lizard after a flyIt carries with it … Continue reading RP: Is this A Dream?

Today my cracked hands skimmed a thinned hairlineTouching the ringed stumps of once proud black trees Every inch, already discovered and accented by twiggy fingersDecades have made this copper soil unfertilized but soft It’s genetics, a mandatory tradition implanted in my sowed landsso planting new seeds isn't an option, or a strategy available now Sometimes, … Continue reading LOSING PIECES

• Mix love and lust into a large bed. Mark the center with some oil and warmed kisses. If stiff, add a pinch of soft whispers of peeled appreciation. • Place head on a lightly fluffed surface and knead muscles until the neck or shoulders become cushiony smooth. • Lay next to them so they … Continue reading Breakfast Bread

People look out dirty windows, absorbing gray streets and faded colors wondering what their mark on the paved solid landscape isthey'll never find the etched sundial that leads them northonly receding shadows that crawl up alleys and boulevards at times, the city has little to give but provides a wealth of mazes By Amaury

Sacrifice, it seemsbrings me closerto our first unity I'm weary of the trip,struggle to see ahead; care too much now Days turn over quicklywhite clouds scream aflooded brass compass I saw myself in a dream, projected what's to come Lets hope it true

Below the silent bridge at dawn,on frozen gray cobble stone streets,cries a tiger tabby. It seems as distant as Mars but that's because you closed the window By Amaury