Welcome Home...

I saw that rose on the bed
as i ran to you like a kid
threw my bag on the floor
with one leg you pushed that door
and threw me like a flying kiss
on your lips

in a feverish welcome
we manage to skip some laughs
in an hysterical symptom
of barking amnesia
all i could recall
is where it all starts
right here..

I had to leave for a few days
you needed to readjust our delays
distance turned us into
silence perfectionists
soul whisperers
heart wanderers
perhaps away
but never apart

I put you there with my casual dresses
and yet among my formal black suits
like the conventional recruits
always ready for a mission
my obsession

where would i ever miss you?
when in my mind i fold you
like an uncensored stare
when i even sprinkled you on my hair
they asked me in that interview
whom would i wear?
and i smiled
with you around the corner of my lip
sliding down to rest on my hip
curving that daring line
when i simply mentioned your line
"Tonight i am wearing me
and my attitude"
Tonight i will be wearing you
veiled and nude

Tonight
you will welcome me home
not as the crazy poet
who just published her first book
with nothing on but you in the words
and in between the exhausted boards
they asked me
who was my muse?
I said i wrote him down
in every letter that i couldn't mention
and in those who i did
he was the all the "mees" and the "yous"



Don't look for me
when i go away
because i never do when i do
for me you always stay
closer then ever when you go
and when i am home
I love it when you spread your anger
roaring your longing rough and tender
and when you throw me on your lips
I touch my soul with your fingertips
I rise in your darkness
like a shooting star
and in my brightness
your solar majesty reigns my phenomenal eclipse
another Tsunami is your welcome home
and one more Brazilian soccer match point is my victorious arrival.