She was an inspiration to me.
Her easygoing nature
The darkness within her
Still, she lived unforgivingly.
Norms did not impede her like they did me.
Her dress was dark and long
The photographs with him
Still for Love, she lived willingly.
I wanted her courage.
Her ability to simply be
The human she wanted
Still, there I sat longingly.
A firm grip and intolerant smile,
A look that could kill when I’m feeling vile
Will build up inside
Moon-heart and the tide.
A water that roars
My heart that soars
High above the skies
Diving down to demise.
To be strong is not absence of flaws
I wear mine without pause.
So I’ll scream from the mountain
Peaceful seconds on one hand counted.
Like the moon, occult and distant from ways typical to normality, you shine. The light is not yours to keep, yet you let its colors drape over your silvery surface. So barren and still and not fully colonized, but a spectacle for all, you continue to be. Unaware of those eyes that marvel at your excellence do you purposely hide? Your phases are logical, and you enchant your lovers to their duality, yet you allow the wolves to chase—but what of the “moonless” nights? The clouds are your cover, the rain your screen, but still I wonder if you don’t secretly hope that they look where you have been.
Quédate, quédate luna que los lobos te buscan y en el silencio mi corazón late por tu presencia. Contigo siento el amor que por tanto tiempo no he conseguido encontrar. Te busco y te encuentro con mi cabeza bajo mar. Seguí las olas hasta tu paraíso. Ya se que mi idea del cielo es tu soledad.
Mi cabeza un zumbido
lleno de piquetes de mosquito
Y vuelan sin parar por la ciudad oscura
Mientras camino por plena noche fría sin abrigo.
Pedí que ella me abrigara
Con su colcha de sereno
Para caminar sin miedo y sin traba
Hasta la cama de mi jardinero.
When you know he loves you,
As you make him lose his mind over and over again.
Every sway of your hips are waves in the ocean,
And his smiles are like sunshine
Beating down on your radiant body—
You are a goddess.
Your hair in his hands,
His arms move over the hills and valleys
Your body is ripe with sweetness
Dripping over his.
You are the world
Holding on to the wind
That kisses you softly, kindly—
As your energies melt into the universe.
She looks at those pictures Finding them empty
Like, where is your living?
Your pages yellowing and gloomy.
They say you take pictures that reflect the soul.
Mine look like they’re out of control.
But damn, I had hoped yours could feel
Like they were something real.
Your pictures, your face, your hands are only a faded fantasy.
And the raindrops hit the palm leaves
They’re like the smooth, long faces of the
Warriors resting during battle
When they cry in mourning of all that has been lost.
They have been winning the battle,
But losing the war.
The sun shone again with a false promise of drying out the running water
But the warriors know they must get back on the field
The palm fronds turn yellow with the light of the sun.
Then they turn reddish brown
–The warriors have lost the battle now too.