:: great success ::

She builds her secrets on my skin, she stares with the deepest eyes down to me.

I build my smiles with my lips on her skin, her skin that seemed light years away an hour ago...

I'm her secret, I love the thought of giving her adrenaline rushes when she bites me like some formidable dark forbidden fruit.

And she's so high above me but she makes me feel I'm tall enough for her, she makes me feel I'm a titan.

But she makes me feel small inside, when her kiss stumbles making the floor of my heart tremble like a mighty stampede.

I used to think I knew every way of kissing, I used to think I knew every sugar rush-ish feeling when you get someone caught staring at you. She is different, she is bolder, I feel a kid next to her, not only in age (which is true) but in experience and grasp of reality.

I'm her secret, it's a pity but I understand why should I stay in the dark. I love the transgression and the danger anyway. I'm her secret, so she has to be my secret too, weird to keep secret one of my proudest achievements; I can only bask in my awesomeness in silence.

:: spanish is no good for obscure literacy. ::

soy el fantasma de mi poeta muerto,
me levanto, más allá de cada hueso
me arrastro por esos rincones tibios
escribo palabras sin peso.

soy el fantasma de algún tonto,
atravieso tus paredes si quiero,
no me atrapan tus telarañas,
En tu noche más fría te espero.

soy un fantasma sin piel
no quedan restos sagrados
después de tus ojos perdidos
después del frío en tus manos.

:: alf, as seen by an old acquittance but new friend ::

she said, in the middle of an IM conversation:

You're raw and serious
but lovely
in the extremes
repugnant
totally strategic
straight to the point
calculative
haha
hahaha
and that's very good.

I'm still wondering what she meant with lovely
<.<

¬.¬

>.>

^_^

:: even steel gets softer with enough heat. ::

Sometimes it gets lonely here, in my shadow labyrinths.

Sometimes I feel those hungers the rest of the animals have to feed.

Sometimes I stare blankly to a woman who stares back. Sometimes I sit next to a slim executive woman with naughty eyes who won't stop talking. Sometimes with an asian girl with an antipodal soul and an ocean of asynchronous attempts to get closer from both.

It happens.

Once in a while.

I just hold on tight until I feel back to robotness and calculation.