Let's Make Love Tonight

Let's make love tonight
Until our bodies will transcend their shapes
To become one single corpse.
Let's make this love to be tonight
Our eternal emotion of dreams
And not just a fleeting dream.
And if we accomplish
Our abyss inside,
We will be like two butterflies
Released from their cocoons
And we will awake
In our novel world of seconds,
Were we will subsist for being eternal..

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Canephor with a basket

Your voice is a
Canephor with a basket for songs
Coming towards me like a blue dream.
Delicate but strong,
My silence beats your ears,
Leaving a trace of love
Like a fog carved in the air
Or unlike a name carved in an oak tree.
My silence and your voice
Weave new vibrations.
It's like an embrace.
Whatever I'm touch'd from,
It clutches my mind.

Dedicated to the singer Bryan Adams.

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The intersection

A three-dimensional space
Intersecting
Another multidimensional space
Changing each other
Their coordinates
Hyper-planes in n-dimensions
Intersection of two solar systems
Changing of space
And time coordinates
In this new modification
Of electromagnetic dynamics
The total time resulting
Being a vector
The intersection
Of two different rays
At a different angle
In a new light.

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Power of the words

Surround yourself with goodness.
Embrace the power of the words.
Search their deepness,
The magic that's inside,
That magic, which is nestled inside their structure
And let them to be infused with meaning.
Let the words to resound through the pure air
And breathe.
You will understand their essence and symbols
And you will be prepared
To pass through the gateway to your own inner universe.

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Flamenco Dance (Mirrored Nonet)

A juerga with flamenco guitars,
With fires blooming like red flowers,
Corpses dancing in moonlight
The dance of wounded souls,
Vibrant red dresses
White shirts like birds,
Falling shawls,
Dancers,
Sky,

Claps,
Cubic
Movements of
Color, music's
Seeds, hands being wings
In shadows on the wall,
From soul detaching passion's
Lights, motion vibrating the string,
Resonance for a new dimension.

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Queen Anne's Lace (Choka poetry)

It's great Queen Anne's Lace,
Curling inward her 'birds' nest',
Closing her umbel upward,
With spines of love fruits,
White like snow, with pink shyness,
When she touches lips of sun.
These lips are bees and
He drinks her nectar, his teeth
Are caterpillars, eating
Her leaves with passion.
Each white flower has two seeds,
Making him to desire her
And her hairy stem,
After blooming in clusters.

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I Love the Way You Love Me

I love the way you love me,
This fight inside for being ourselves,
This search for God
And inner self inside,
This need
In losing control,
This agony and this ecstasy
Belonging to the same second.
I love to be you
When you lose control
For being mine.
I love to make you mine
In your awareness.
I love this ecstasy and agony
Of the same second.
I love the way you love me,
When you say that you love me.

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Signaptic Evolution

The star of your love became
a firefly in my hand.It was
shining in that night, in which
you started to be existent for
me to make my life become
a little earthly paradise. I
realised that your star was, in
fact, a Lampyris noctiluca falling
down from a tree branch on my
palm like the ''l'' from the catadromous
elver, or like the ''un'' from the
punoetry. You became the
bioluminescence in my crepuscle.

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The words

Sometimes your words are mixed
With words unsaid yet,
By changing their deep of meaning.
They turn me into something,
That you do not want me to become.
It's an escape from myself
Into my deep inside.
I run from you into my depth.
And this escape save me
In a certain place,
Where nothing changes.
Those that can save me there are
Either the memories,
Or the forms of air,
Or the forms in forms......

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Artificial Things (Sextuple Senryu)

Artificial breaths,
Like mimicking feelings of
Love with empty souls,

Artificial love,
Like sex mimics of drugged, raped
Girls, being in chains,

Artificial sex,
Like mimicking life in the
Dolls for making love,

Artificial life,
Like raping dead women to
Sate sadistic needs,

Artificial need,
Like rape mimics during sex
For excitation

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