Lisbon Diaries...

Traveling again?
as if you ever leave my sight
but it's perfectly alright!
wherever you fly
my eye is your sky
and my love, your wings
the journey is the destination
and every burning breath,
is but its northern winds  
over to where the heart of heart is
for a hug and an on her cheeks peck of tenderness
some pure love to pack
for when it gets cold and black 
you'll have your own leather jacket of warmth.
Now you're there
in the ring square.
among the faces around, 
i'll rise and hide
before your eyes and by your side  
so Miraduoro de Graca me when you can, 
Ginjinha my cherries in a sip.
Take me within you on an insta-trip,
to your eyes' barrio alto 
onto your heart's no-28 tram
Tejo your moments captioned cam
and stand tall before the Adamastor of time.
As beautifully you rhyme 
with the lost sailors ballads,
upon a Belèm light.

Pick a view
at the Alfama dew
smile back to the artistic Saldanha
and pose by its buildings palette of freedom
by la Praca da flgueira,
get a doll that was once broken
and with your touch,
it became again anew
wearing a dress of happenings
and singing the melody of your hands.

Brewing of your hotness,
into the Copenhagen Coffee lab 
purified at the sea food temple
and cursed at the gates of your dimples bar,
i melt
like the finest pink port
at your words court 
spilling guilty
and asking of your juicy lips for no forgiveness
ahh your highness
i am literary roaming with the shadows
of your shy smile reading this
metaphorically dancing on the tunes of our distance myth
cheering all the way to your rings of insomniac smoke
and sending all the way to you in lucky Lisbon
a long tight hug and the like of a guiding poem.   

 

    

He came, He saw and he conquered..my heart skipped a beat and counting..love u Shah..lots

  

   
   

Winds of change

Of course
everything changes!
from being found in you,
to lost
from loving you more,
to most
from spreading the skies of silence open for your face to rise
to sealing the clouds of wait for my shy moon to hide,
when you do
from calling your name once every breath
to breathing once, every calling your name
from closing my eyes to meet you in a waking dream
to meeting you in my eyes, a dream in a wake
from forgiving you, to forgiving myself
from doubt to faith
and from faith to doubt
a rebellious riot
from my eyes to your glares
cracking the expensive patience lens 
and setting fire to your control windmills
from your detachment summits
to my clinging hills
from the valleys of your mellow
to the mountains of my halt
our rivers run everywhere,
with the honey of time   
from your coming to my heart every time you do
to my heart coming every time to you
from my black to your blue
from waiting all my lifetime for you
to living all my time in your wait
and loving it
from wishing for things to do with you,
to wanting them to
and doing it 
from cooking my mind dishes for your absent appetite
to nursing your mind ever present darling hunger
from your smile to your laughter
that space i write to conquer
and then rest forever in its peace
so you see,
everything changes in me
not tighter, i hug you tightest
not softer, i kiss you softest 
that much things change my love,
which are never ever as they seem to the craziest loverist.  

On a night watch...

On a Night watch
strolling along my streets of wonder
steps of lightening
and stares of thunder
holding the world in a smile
and setting the hearts, on fire
You,
Passing by my canals of yearning
drowning in me every time a pebble
drawing of your touch then, a ripple
and a belly of treasures
You,
Riding in my streets of nostalgia
hopping on my wishes lane
cycling in me all your heart pain
and a path of pleasures
You,
Getting high at the edge of my love
hiding in my mind's bosom
bare to your fears blossom
unfair to my resistance
this all of you with abundance
the thoughts strip
in a touristic trip
off your brown eyes cafe
to the Nine Street of my soul
You,
Posing with the Tulips of my longing
and the roses of our dreams meet
there at your sunshine square
walking on the velvet air 
of my hope
and flying kisses to the crowd
of my roaring heartbeats..
You,
blooming out of my poetic womb
in the playful fields of doubt
dancing on my sonata and your moonlight  
rising like a prayer in the skies of forgiveness
and carving our hugging initials, 
on a patience wall of your own.
You,
smoking life of my waiting pot
brewing in my time-machine flesh, 
your stillness coffee
burning in between my stained fingers
your distant laughter
my loudest whisper
blowing at your silence, the ash.
You,
who are always late and in time
who are my chaotic prose and its rhyme
You,
where i begin and never end
all the letters i write and never send
You,
when i happen to myself
a book dusted on your shelf
and a sleepless night
You...
coming into my world 
giving me of your moments, a herd
Can you hear me?
Would you out of my abyss, get me
spell me once off your mist
and make me in your eyes a nest
take me once in a journey to your lips
show me around your castles of obsessions
and museums of grief
hold my hand to your happiness archive
lecture me about the history of your every pout
explain to my foreign tongue, your juicy whereabouts
guide my name once to your heart gallery
and showcase my love
in a few historic words and a contemporary captioned insta-smile.