The Longing

I´m waiting for you. Do you know how long has this longing been, this emptyness of everything, in an urge of having everything?
What I really want is to look into the depth of you and feel your warmth, to know your cumplicity and you to know mine, to get lost in your complexity and you to get lost in mine, to experience your intensity and you to experience mine.
"Imagination feels the void of my existence": I cuddle in your aura, hold your hand, and then the other, kiss the warm palm and I finally breed. I feed myself whatever comes from you, I breed your skin and touch your lips, drawing in them the map that takes me to the future. I kiss them with sweetness and my beeing almost stops, at the pace of everything surrounding and observing us. I breed in you, oxigen since ever. I fall asleep and wake up with you inside of me.
(25 September 2006)

Yesterday

I finally looked right into you, after passing by without having the courage to do it. has i looked for you, i found you looking at me… we stared at each other for less then a second but it felt like for ever, you know, right?
Before that, we talked once, you sit right next to me. I didn´t have the guts to look up to be sure it was you, i had the feeling it was. Then you started a conversation about my papers, remember? I looked into your eyes close and almost stuttered, i even doubted it was really you there next to me… how stupid am I?
Before that, you asked me my name. I was so surprised that i wasn´t even able to look at you. I already knew your name but should´ve asked you “J., right?” I´m really stupid. Sorry.

Going Home

I´m coming home one way or another.
I just have to let you know that your my home.
My home.
Home.