Morning Muse

It is true, without a doubt, 
you are my morning muse.
The inspiration that overflows
commanding me to pick up a pen
and record the momentos sinceros spent with you.

You make these words flow with ease
and simple lines
turn into epic poems
at the thought of you.
Nothing else seems to capture these rhymes
quite as effortlessly
as the curl of your smile,
the scent of your hair
and the touch of your hand 
as it caresses the back of my neck.

Nothing else renews this love affair with words
as the thought of your presence,
and nothing else cures
this perpetual writer’s block
as the subtle sound of your voice.
Making my chest reverberate 
with the rhythm of your step
and halting breath
with a gentle glance.

Nothing else.

Nothing else wakes me up at 7am
but the taste of sweet flowers 
from your lips
and the memories of hearty laughs
silly words
and crazy dreams shared with you.

Nothing else
conjures prose
quite like you.


As I sit by you –
among dangling lights,
surrounded by books –
the delicate tone of your voice,
coupled with the plump and soft appearance of your lips,
makes me wish I could touch.

Just once more.

But tangled amidst your broken bones
and my missing guts,
nothing but an ocean flows between us.

I have given up.
Or did I?

I have given up.

I have given up trying to force it.

And questioning if it is best to euthanize fantasies
or rather give in to impulse by jumping in?

Who knows.

All I can think of is how soft they look.
How thirsty I am.
And how broken we seem
below these dimmed lights.



Under different
we would be fighting
verbal concepts
loud and clear
for the other to hear
parading tongues
en boca llena
bearing arms
and lifting hands
grasping hair
the shape of our heads

We would be
intertwining legs
the back of our necks
and inhaling
each scent emanating
from hidden pores

We would look
each other in the eyes
sin pena
penetrating souls
with our stares
the meaning of smiles
and gentle touches

But tonight
we look across the golden skyline
and just take in fresh air
from the precipice
of life

Under different circumstances…

we would jump



En algún lado
Se encuentra mi conciencia
Bailando libremente palos
Bailando en ritmo de caderas mulatas
Con sudor caribe
Mientras fluyen las sonrisas
En algún lado
Mi alma es libre
En algún lado



some people
you just kinda
need around
Share their creative juices
engage in conversation
ask things,
live life
enjoy their presence
simple y llanamente
porque si
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