Fragments of
my laughter,
of my disaster,
Because love is devastating
Love ravages us with our emotions
Pure and deep and frightful
Love is always there in our path
Regardless our ways
Love is freedom
And freedom is bliss
I am a duality of how to be and how I am
We, as lovers, exist as a work of art
Created to create,
Living to love
All the rest falls into its place
Like the blue moon that we painted
I write to you so I could never lose who I am
I let my imagination flirt to you
And draw you with my words
So while you’re reading me,
You can feel the sweet taste of me on your lips
I am made of morality and immoral sin
I live in grimaces of pleasure and clear tears
I spill white wine on pages
While I think of dripping peaches
And my stories are told.