Messed Up Souls (Poem)

Two messed up souls have found each other
seems like they had to wait a lifetime
choosing to focus their time on themselves
while waiting to find each other,
waiting on fate to intervene.

Two messed up souls dance
enjoying the beat
as it thumps into their feet,
dancing through the living room forgetting about their imperfect moves
time has no place,
clocks have stopped
as these two souls click into harmony.

Wild (Poem)

Curly hair that flows so freely,
as the sun dances upon her skin
kissing it ever so gently
as her soul and heart fly with the wind.

Her heart and soul jump on the waves of the wind
letting it take her where she is needed at that moment in time,
for she is no mere mortal
for she is a daughter of the wind,
daughter of the earth,
daughter of the sea,
she is meant to be wild
not grounded to the pavement with her two feet.

Igniting A Fire (Poem)

Before my eyes I see the most beautiful candle,
one that attracts my soul to theirs.
Before my heart I feel an urge
to light a fire to show my love for her.

I, as a match, strike the box,
igniting a light
startling her and I at the same time.

Lighting the wick on the candle,
a fire comes into view,
growing ever so brightly
throughout the nights
until our last breath.

Language of the Heart (Poem)

I speak the language that only you know,
while the rest of the world tries to decipher,
for it is our hearts that speak the same language.
The words speak the truth of my intentions,
they show that I want to sleep with you forever,
travel the world with you by my side,
and die in your arms.

From this day forward
I make you this promise,
that no matter how far we are apart,
I will send you moonlight kisses
till you are in my arms again.

* Painting commissioned by Vincente Romero Redondo

Three A.M. (Poem)

I found myself in the arms of a woman at three a.m. in the dark,
a thousand times I’ve dreamt of this moment,
wondering what it felt like,
wondering how I would feel
when I see her sleeping next to me,
with the city light outlining her silhouette next to me.

Here I am at three a.m.
wanting to turn on the light,
but not wanting her to wake up,
cause this sight of her makes my heart drop,
for she has stolen my heart,
with just her snuggling up against me and dreaming.

Emerald Eyes (Poem)

Walking into the café
I approach the counter,
to only be greeted by your deep emerald eyes,
making my heart flutter.

Shooting you a smile,
you smile back,
then take my order,
finally leaving me at the counter,
as you begin to fill the mug even higher.

Reaching for the mug
our eyes meet,
with the hustling and bustling stopping,
giving us a moment to breathe,
while being stuck in the silence.