THE CASTLE

The castle,
I will attack
at midnight.

Deviously,
by treason,
with despair.

I'll conquer you.
And I'll be yours.

Sergio - Ohm - Raúl

UNA CITA

Quedar....
¿Sigues interesado?
Si no es así,
no pasa nada.
Pero me quebraré como un témpano.
Solo dilo.

Miedo....
Tal vez lo estés,
asustado.
Si es así,
hablemos.
Solamente.



XCITADO

T xcita?
Q T diga estas cosas?
T imagino.
Desnudo, acostado.
Mientras recorro tu piel,
con mis besos.



TODO

No se puede tener
todo.
Y la espera será
recompensada ;)

Yo también estoy
excitado.
Y te haría el amor aquí,
en mi despacho.

..... O en mitad de la calle.



DOS HORAS

¿Y si nos vemos hoy,
un par de horas?

Como el otro día,
hablar algo .....



PLACER/PASIÓN

Me gustaría hacerte sentir.
Tanto placer...
Que la pasión
no te dejase respirar.
Que te desmayases,
inundado de sensaciones.

Y abrazarte fuerte,
mientras te beso
tu cuello lánguido,
y sientes mi piel contra la tuya.



AGOBIO

No te quiero...
agobiar con dudas.

Ni que tengas problemas,
con las tuyas.

Pero me gustaría,
tanto me gustaría,
hacerte el amor.
Durante horas...
y acariciar tu cuerpo....



PENSANDO

¿Estudias? ¿O sueñas?
¿Solo en casa, te acaricias?
¿Pensando en mí?

Que tuvieras tal orgasmo conmigo.
Que te quedases sin ganas de otro.
Hasta el siguiente.
Y después otro.



FRIO/CALOR

¿Has hecho el amor al aire libre,
en un playa o de acampada,
en una noche fresca?

El sudor frío en la piel,
la brisa, y el calor
en la de tu amante, cerca.

Eso es lo que quiero,
que sientas.



ARREPENTIMIENTO

No te arrepientas.
Esta vez,
.... no.

YO QUISIERA ...

Yo quisiera colocar en tu boca mis acentos
y que me dieras los besos de una noche sin ira
que sumándolos juntos, a pares, sumen cientos.


JM
(Junio ¿2004?)

CON UNA FOTO

Te mostré la foto.
¡Qué excusa!
Para volver
a mirarte a los ojos.
Para sentir
el tacto de tus dedos.
..... tan breve.......

LET'S BE

Let me be your sandals,
so you won't walk
barefeet on the hard rock.
Or the green grass,
wet in the morning before dawn,
so you can be free,
in close contact with Mother Earth.

Let me be that point,
a link between you past
-remembered with nostalgia and smiles-
and you future
-plenty of hopes and some fear-.
Yes, let me be your present.

Let me be your voice;
to sing you a song of joy every day.
And your eyes;
to show you new dreams to live.
Have me as your ears,
and listen the melody of the wind in the forest.

And smell the happiness
through me.....

Water,
to overwhelm your thirst.
And doing so, for a moment,
mine of you.

Be my lover;
better, my friend.

Let's be together,
a promise of a new clear day.
Let's be!

FILIOQUE

Amor,
___ Sexo,
______ Pasión.

Santísimo misterio.
¿Una y trina?
¿Cómo sería si coincidieran?

Estas teológicas disputas,
verdaderamente bizantinas se me antojan.
¡Ah! Si las compartieras ...

ESCASOS LOS SEGUNDOS

Mucho peligro,
para tan escasos,
los segundos de placer.

Noches inquietas,
de sudor, deseo y soledad.
Eso es lo que nos dejamos.

COME TO THE CRISP MORNING

Come, come.
....come to me.
Come naked, unafraid.
Without the loathed past,
just you. Come.

Left the memories.
Let them be obliterated,
deleted by the
endless possibilities
of your future.

Let me help you.
Left the dust,
remove your tunic and
take my hand.
I am leading you to the river.

In the crisp morning,
the cold water will
clean your soul;
my love will
warm it, anew.

Come, come.
I'm waiting for you,
longing for you.
For so long.
Come.

WORDS, WORDS, WORDS

The tension heightens,
I must say something,
It's expected, no?

You're leaving,
I'm staying,
need some memorable words, so?

I'm not good at this,
still learning,
haven't much experience, as you know ...

arrogance aside,
fear, hope, the rest of it,
must I leave you with some words, high or low?

must I explain,
can't I refrain,
must I remain to some tradition true?

I feel I've much grown the last few months,
still growing,
and have a lot of more growing to do,

but arrogance aside,
fear, hope, the rest of it too
my growing will always be thanks to you ...

much I say more,
is it still expected,
or can I leave it to when we meet again, me and you?

1998/08/31

A. A. S.

NEXT WEEK

or
Deffered Wednesdays
(or why I stopped Wednesday's scuba diving classes)



How come that I can see you once every week,
___ As if fate, in full deliberation, set the stage.
Yet in pursuing my call I remain so meek,
___ and in self horror, retreat slowly into my cage

Class is over, another shower, a familiar pain,
___ your naked beauty, a glance away!
Emotions oscillate, once abandon, twice restrain,
___ but restrain wins, to abandon dismay.

And so, with a crushed spirit,
___ I step back, dry, and get dressed.
"See you next week," nothing in it...
___ I tell myself "it's all to the best"

Wednesday night, back home,
___ my lonesome bed silently cries.
In dry sheets, deserts I roam,
___ to your image, a mirage, my dream flies

And this dream, it is of next week,
___ my eyes closed, my fresh fire went.
And in this dream, it is you I seek,
___ in a Wednesday night, in desert tent.

Next week! Next week!
___ I have become your slave
Oh, next week! Next week"
___ when will your draw me in your wave?


1998/II/28
A. A. S.

IN ANTICIPATION

My last two days,
48 hours to be exact,
were drained by devout anticipation of tonight

My every second thought,
if I had any other thought to be exact,
was of your body, hard pressed against mine, tonight

My every muscle,
every raw fiber in me to be exact,
aches for your firm rugged tough tonight

By biggest anxiety
bigger than to speak of in exact
is how will I carry on, without you, after you leave tonight

Do you realise,
can you comprehend,
what knowing you has meant to me, beyond tonight?


1998/08/28

A. A. S.

¿VIENES?

“¿Pero no vienes?”,
dice, insistente, tu mirada.

Según dejas el andén,
te vuelves una, otra vez.
Te observo, yo, desde mi vagón.

(Tú y tu libro de francés.
Apretados junto a mí:
Línea 1. Escasas las miradas;
tu calor próximo. Tu estación.)

Mi cara de circunstancias lo dice todo.
Un gesto con mi reloj:
para juegos, no hay tiempo.