I caught a glimpse of you—
While I was riding a train
I saw you walking down the street
and I asked myself what will
...
A distant end to end—
In the length of
night, dies anxiety and
I find myself wrapped
...
I had a private talk—
With your eyes
Last night and
While listening to the
...
Catopuma—
My way through the night
Is a moon’s haze back dropped
In the great gray-blue
...
I like you looking
over your shoulder like
that and when
You do it nonchalantly
...
Daydreaming—
To write what inspires
Me to see
You cast
...
Let caress in soft vanilla
The sun your glow
As the world sleeps clinging
To it’s little whims…
...
In but a sigh—
There is no telling
How things turn out
...
On the sand—
I’ve arranged mixes in smears
After all I do recall you like rainbows
...
Swinging the Sledge
-
From eight to four
Beneath the glare of the sun
...
Treat Me Like
Treat me like
your favorite book;
read and reread
line by line
as if you are reading me
for the first time.
Refresh yourself of
my idiosyncrasies,
funny habits and
oddities.
Glide your hand over
each leaf of paper
caressing and
caring for it,
careful not to judge
too harshly my ways, and
if by chance some
written incident bleeds
a tear, let it tumble
on the page, then slowly
Blot it with a kiss
©2011 j.a.o.a.
©2011 Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga