I love your awakenings, I love your nights I love your sleepless nights, I love your words, I love your smiles I love your shadows, I love your clouds I love your mysteries I love your knowledge, I love your energies, I love your stations I love your caresses I love your tenderness I love your passions I love your idolatry I love your lust I love your virtues, I love your flaws I love your lust I love your elegance I love your delicacy, I love your morbidity, I love your temperance I love your lights I love your rainbow I love your embers, I love your flames I love your wishes I love your recklessness, I love your secrets I love your essence, I love your dreams I love your conspiracies I love your constant suicides I love your neuroses I love your tyranny I love your tortures, I love your concerns, I love your doubts I love your abysses, I love your tragedies I love your white lies I love your truths I love your scent of lilies, I love your close looks I love your hidden flowers I love your immense cosmos, I love your syncopated haste, I love your comings and goings, I love your chords in key I love your unusual fantasies, I love your nakedness of everything and nothing, I love your pendulum movements, I love your wet mouth I love your constant gasps I love your absorbent sex I love your untamed lips I love your touches of madness I love your waste of tenderness, I love your music that harmonizes, I love your solfeggio and sheet music, I love your oases without mirage, I love your dew at dawn, I love your freedom without borders, I love your blind sentences I love your unknown paths I love your wicked actions I love your gardener hands, I love your throbbing sensations I love your kisses on my sex, I love your summer storms I love your volcanic desire, I love your sinuous curves I love your prairies of the soul, I love your sweet and sour intimacy I love your waves of debauchery, I love your spoiled delusions, I love your lavender fragrances I love your swallow wings, I love spoiled respect, I love your whispers in every orgasm I love your declaration of love.
Joaquin Lourido
AMO
Amo tus despertares, Amo tus noches, Amo tus desvelos, Amo tus palabras, Amo tus sonrisas, Amo tus penumbras, Amo tus nubes, Amo tus misterios, Amo tus conocimientos, Amo tus energías, Amo tus estaciones, Amo tus caricias, Amo tu ternura, Amo tus pasiones, Amo tu idolatría, Amo tu lujuria, Amo tus virtudes, Amo tus defectos, Amo tu lascivia, Amo tu elegancia, Amo tu exquisitez, Amo tu morbosidad, Amo tu templanza, Amo tus luces, Amo tu arco iris, Amo tus ascuas, Amo tus llamas, Amo tus deseos, Amo tus imprudencias, Amo tus secretos, Amo tu esencia, Amo tus sueños, Amo tus conspiraciones, Amo tus suicidios constantes, Amo tus neurosis, Amo tu tiranía, Amo tus torturas, Amo tus inquietudes, Amo tus dudas, Amo tus abismos, Amo tus tragedias, Amo tus mentiras piadosas, Amo tus verdades, Amo tu aroma a lirios, Amo tus miradas cercanas, Amo tus flores escondidas, Amo tu inmenso cosmos, Amo tus sincopadas premuras, Amo tus idas y venidas, Amo tus acordes en clave Amo tus fantasías inusitadas, Amo tu desnudez del todo y la nada, Amo tus movimientos pendulares, Amo tu boca húmeda, Amo tus jadeos constantes, Amo tu sexo absorbente, Amo tus labios indómitos, Amo tus toques de locura, Amo tus derroches de ternura, Amo tu música que armoniza, Amo tus solfeos y partituras, Amo tus oasis sin espejismos, Amo tu rocío al alba, Amo tu libertad sin fronteras, Amo tus sentencias a ciegas, Amo tus senderos desconocidos, Amo tus acciones perversas, Amo tus manos jardinera, Amo tus sensaciones palpitantes, Amo tus besos en mi sexo, Amo tus tormentas veraniegas, Amo tus ganas volcánicas, Amo tus curvas sinuosas, Amo tus praderas del alma, Amo tu intimidad dulce y amarga, Amo tu oleaje de desenfreno, Amo tus delirios consentidos, Amo tus fragancias de lavanda, Amo tus alas de golondrina, Amo el respeto consentido, Amo tus susurros en cada orgasmo, Amotu declaración de amor.
THE GOD’S DON’T KNOW EVERYTHING
They certainly don’t know humans.
They don’t know that Medea cried
while staring at her hands stained
with the blood of her children.
They don’t know the emptiness of Hercules
that carved a home in his chest that he carried
with him into immortality
They don’t know how Oedipus wished
he’d been born deaf and never heard
whispers of the word fate.
They don’t know that Achilles longed
to rip the divinity from his flesh if it
destroyed his destiny for greatness
and preserved his heart.
They don’t know how Helen missed
her daughter, or how she longed
for a home she never found
in Sparta or Troy.
They don’t know that Daedalus wishes
Athena had robbed him of his wits,
maybe then his son would have lived.
They don’t know the ghosts that drift around Cassandra,
who wonders if all of it could have been avoided
if only she could have loved a God.
They don’t know that Orpheus
would have traded places with Eurydice
if only to give her the gift of sunlight.
He thinks he could have charmed the dead
with his verse.
