Slight touch - E. A. (psychology books to read txt) 📗

Slight touch

Night bond.

The day with its sunshine

was never our time.

Too much clarity,

too much life around.

Our time was the night,

with its dark portals,

its broken promises

and countless masks.

Our time rested in steps

leading to forgotten houses.

Our time fed on fantasíes

of silver collars and chains

in dark chambers in mansions.

Our time fled brutal rea!ity,

transformed us in desire,

branded us with its passion,

and smilingly gave each of us

in the memory of the other

a bittersweet taste of immortality.

 

 

Treasure.

 

There is treasure in desire,

there is glory in lust,

there is madness in love,

there is pain in happiness

and total loss in climaxes.

There are also many portals

in the city of our meeting

holding the print of our bodies

and the heat of our passion.

There are hidden little alleys

that still bear the strong gaze

of your deep, magnetic eyes.

There are old cobblestones

that remember our names

and play them in their cores

while unknown dancers

move sensuously to the music

of a heartfelt tango...

Buenos Aires,April 14th 2018.

And we dared cross the portal,

of unrelenting desire,

encircled by the fire ribbons

of our hunger for each other.

We stepped into the realm

of veiled crossroads and truths,

dropped masks to unveil our souls,

Slided with fear and yet no doubt

into the maze sheltering its core

from the eyes of the innocent

but open to us holding each other

yet willing to fall in a vortex of feeling

It devoured us and then let us go,

already blended into each other.

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Blending

I just wanted you,

from the very core

of my intense being.

I just desired you,

from the start

of the fleeting time

you and I were given.

And I just blended

into your very self

as a joyous evidence

of my love and surrender.

 

Us.

Time flows away

in our city,

time unshared,

time remembered,

again and again

by the dark river.

Engulfing our names

in a spiral of fog,

a vortex of passion,

a maze of streets

hidden in its portals.

We lost each other

only to live our time

in countless episodes

in the very hearts

of time and memory.

 

Nighttime

The mirror waits in a daze,

the room has become dark.

The day has given its shine,

twilight will soon set in,

night waits in a hidden corner

to reign again over hours,

to open portals of questions,

doors closed during daylight.

The river rests in solitude,

He, just like I, waits for Night.

Keepers of shadows and memories,

we offer each other company

under the laughing gaze

of Destiny and twinkling stars.

 

The lost key

I wish we could find

our long lost key.

The key to our secrets,

to our strange silences,

the one that held power

over our fiery absences.

I wish we could find it,

I wish we dared use it,

I wish we dared enter

the labyrinth of feelings

and fear not their tide.

But we tossed it away,

we would not need it,

we would not remember,

not long for each other.,

So sure of ourselves,

so proud of distance,

the self-imposed distance

of the nights and mornings

spent in foreign rooms,

in unknown, unmade beds.

We betrayed each other,

the minute we chose reason,

masqued our mutual needs,

and chose to toss away our key

in a long-forgotten garden.

Buenos Aires.August 4th,2018.

 

Hold me

Just hold me, next to you.

Allow me to stay in the circle

of your arms and our desire.

Just hold for a while,

tease me for a while,

use my eager body at your whim,

brand me with your cool skin

so I can carry you on myself.

I did not come to you for safety,

but because we spoke the same language,

you reminded me of untrodden paths,

of gardens where statues are alive,

where nights and portals blend to hide

the limbs and moans of countless, hidden lovers.

Buenos Aires,August 4th.

 

Quiet tears

And I have cried quietly,

for the minutes dying slowly,

mourned for seconds lost,

for time running through

the webs of our lives apart.

I have born witness

to the sand clock turning,

to the dawns and dusks

of partings and reunions.

And I have asked our river

the thousand questions

of those lost in passions.

I have given our portals

the eternal conundrums

of star crossed lovers,

have walked our secret ways

to find you again in my memory

untarnished by pain and days,

as I had seen you once

set against the trappings

of society and convention,

eager for freedom and darkness,

and the soft light you kept

for our blissful times together.

Buenos Aires, August 15.2018.

 

Shifting sands

Shifting shapes.

Time has shaped our lives,

our minutes and our seconds

time has eroded patiently

our episodes of lost passions.

pushed us into oblivion,

brought us to recognition

shifting shapes in mirrors.

You and I glowing apart,

drawn close by memories,

branded by seedy dark rooms

and invariably passing lovers.

August 18th 2018.Buenos Aires.

 

Twin flames

I would like to hold you

in the circle of passion,

to hold you for a while

and then cast you away

before the hourglass

turns its eerie content.

I'd like to cross again

the flimsy frontiers

of a thousand mirrors,

and then blend once more

in the unending flame

of our recurrent bond

and become one with you,

in a whirling circle.

Buenos Aires,August 21st.2018.

 

Pain.

She cried for him

till her eyes ached,

she shouted his name

at the laughing echoes

of time and days,

stroked in her mind

his skin and its scent,

fell asleep to his voice,

woke up to the sight

of his unforgiving face,

reached out in the dark,

to have her arms empty

and her hands grabbing

the eternal presence

of his unrelenting absence.

Buenos Aires, September 1st 2018

 

Statues

Night comes in the garden,

statues come alive,

arms extend in the darkness,

smiles broaden pale faces,

marble becomes soft flesh

and desire flows in their eyes.

Night has also come to us,

join me then in this meeting,

covered by foliage and night,

surrounded by circles of lust,

so we can blend in their midst,

joining my elusive evanescence

and your grinning immortality.

Buenos Aires, September 16 th.

 

Sleep

And I went to sleep

in an abandoned house,

in a deserted garden,

where trees hid me

from passers-by,

where flowers also slept

and birds never sang.

I fell asleep and rested,

in the shade of a deep night,

I blended contentedly

in the welcoming darkness

of oblivion and peace.

And I was woken up

to the sound of your voice

crossing the boundaries

of time and memory.

Buenos Aires, September 2018

 

Gift

.And I built my gift for you,

cast it in the mould of time,

shaped it with the sand of years,

wrapped it in the lust of portals

and kept it safe from rust and pain.

I built the house of my passion,

with minutes and years of lust,

shaded it from wandering eyes,

locked it with keys and chains,

lit its crystal lamps every night.

I made sure the garden bloomed,

under moons, clouds and suns,

kept the patient shine of stars

bathing my gift every single night,

keeping it alive throughout years,

strengthening its howling pillars

to offer it to you, on the hidden altar

of my undying love and desire.

Buenos Aires.October 2018.

 

 

 

 

 

Our house

The house you and I once built

still stands alone and proud,

amidst time and many tides,

rains at its window panes,

unforgiving minutes of sun.

It stands for you and me,

for all we were once,

the ones we have become,

the ones we might still be.

The house knows our story,

each brick accounts for us,

our fights in the dark,

games of surrender and power,

tears of joy and painful smiles.

We built the house long ago,

trusted each other with locks,

held its keys in secret pockets,

lit its lamps to fight night.

Secure in each other we parted,

to search frenzy and desire

in unknown cities with round streets,

to blend into lives for a while,

waiting for the moment of atonement

when we would join again gladly.

October 2018.

 

Wish

I wish I could meet again

the boy you were once,

tell him the many reasons

of my obstinate silence,

hold his hand in mine

for minutes lost in hours.

I wish I could then leave

without a word of goodbye

for he would always wait

for my possible return

in some secret temple of love

lost in a deep, hidden garden.

November 2018.

 

Words

Slut,cunt,cock,fuck,

words uttered in lust

and also in despair.

The brevity of desire,

the dark substance

of most encounters.

The masks of love

lurking in dark alleys,

in the many corners

of cities lost in time

and of grieving minds

laden with memories.

Fuck,cunt,cock ,slut,

words to capture lust

from the greedy hands

of days and also hours,

seconds and minutes.

Words to guard desire

from the claws of oblivion

And the pale smile of Death.

November 2018- Buenos Aires-

 

Life and love

In just a time of uncertainty,

in a time of pain and doubt,

when the world is crumbling,

when all is nearing its end,

I can only say I met you once

and that made everything right.

Time is just a fog shading all,

years don't stretch so assuredly,

our lives have greatly changed

but I still remember you fondly.

 

I had never…

I`d never thought it would end this,

I`d never thought we would part,

I`d never thought of time as an enemy,

I never thought you would leave me.

Still, fear not, I have seen you sneaking,

just to escape, just to hide, just to go.

You did not know me that well, I guess,

just one word would have been enough,

my love and desire are not based on chains,

those are just props for enhancing foreplay.

 

Betrayal

Through time and distances

and in your case other arms,

we have become strangers,

strangers who politely refuse

to acknowledge each other.

I would have not ended this,

would not have betrayed you,

would not have strayed from you,

would not have left you at all.

So so many memories flow

and flood the solitude of hours,

I have nothing else to tell you,

you may have chosen well,

you may have chosen badly,

I care not now, you have chosen.

I see the hours

stretching ahead,

sometimes hurrying,

sometimes slowing down,

falling beyond and behind...

Still,I know their aim

is to reach destination

and this signals the end,

the end of time and life,

the end of the journey,

the end of fear,of worries,

I know they can be friends,

I know they can be enemies,

and yet,my hours have promised

to be kind with me on my way,

I get to sleep every nince.

And in the crossroads of life,

I go on, placing my love for you

in the memories of yesterday.

 

Musings

I see the hours

stretching ahead,

sometimes hurrying,

sometimes slowing down,

falling beyond and behind...

Still,I know their aim

is to reach destination

and this signals the end,

the end of time and life,

the end of the journey,

the end of fear, of worries,

I know they can be friends,

I know they can be enemies,

and yet, my hours have promised

to be kind with me on my way,

I get to sleep every night

in the belief, it will be so

and I am grateful, simply grateful,

for their company and existence.

 

New Path

 

 

The night air is thick with your memory,

time tugs at the folds of life' s robe,

your words remain in some part of my mind,

and I remember our brief hours of joy.

We searched different paths,that's all.

Perhaps you will also remember our story

and perhaps you will just choose to forget.

It matters not now,all is immaterial at last,

I have arrived at my own crossroads

and I see a half hidden,untrodden road.

And while you vanish in the life of your making,

I choose to go on and take that unknown path.

 

Maybe

Maybe we won't find the Grial,

maybe our time ends suddenly,

before we even notice,

maybe we'll never hold each other

in the madness of spiraling climaxes.

And yet...I can say it was worth it.

There was magic and there was a spark,

the very spark that ignites life.

 

Never mind

Never mind the goblets of champagne

left untouched on a small table,

the thousand petals of red roses

splashed on a white thick rug,

just like drops of blood slowly drying,

the only evidence hearts can be broken.

 

Our twilight

Join me in the darkness,

, in decaying vaults,

under Gothic arches,

once our twilight is gone.

when a pale moon cries its eerie light.

Join me only then, when there is nothing

but solitude and you and I are no more.

Join me then. I shall be waiting.

Let us celebrate life as we once knew,

amidst old stones and elusive sands,

defying time and death, too many years and too many waters.

 

Night

Night used to be our favourite time.

Night used to shelter us from everything and all.

Night homed our lust, calmed any doubts. dissipated fears

Night circled us, with its silken threads.

Night gave us portals, steps in forgotten houses.

Night made the moon rise over old tombs,.

taught us to defy death and time,its perennial friend.

It was night who made us oblivious to the world and utterly fearless.

We lost ourselves in our mutual desire. to find each other,

spiraling down together, bound by invisible ropes. Buenos Aires.March 23rd.2018.

 

Nostalgia

Only wish i could meet you again,

in some dark corner of the city.

I only wish I could feel again

your fresh skin ,its citric scent,

Your long hair,covering us both.

I wish I could hear again

your voice ,your words in the air

and also your laughter.

I wish I could lose myself again

in the miracle of your existence.

I wish I could bury my face

in your motorcycle rider jacket

while your arms hold me tight

and all becomes right for a moment.

I wish you did not belong

in memories of a past

revisited when day is gone,

when all that remains is myself

and your memory,my usual visitor.

Buenos Aires,March 2018.

 

The city

The city hides your memory,

your easy laughter,your quick steps,

your soft spoken words and your parting.

The city hides our brief encounter,

mourns its brevity imposed by others.

The city knows we were just puppets,

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