THEOSOPHY OF LOVE

You are the theosophical doctrine of my life
because you do not allow the flame be extinguished
connecting my body to your holy temple
because you are the custody of the forces
that transmute the earth into fire
the investigation in the analysis of our reason

of being in the immortal beauty of our spirituality
inspired by the love that accompanies our lives.

You drive the two trends of life
yin and yang of understanding and mastery of the realities
in the ardent desire of our human world
that you convert the dream of my soul in a magnet

that drives crazy the needles of your compass

MY BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY

You are a butterfly that you grew in the stars
and you cover the skies in your way to my body
where you leave traces of colored kisses
that sing to the silence of the time
to the times that witness the presence
of the strength of our love
My beautiful butterfly that you land
in the flowery garden of my body
where your wings keep the pollen of the memories
and this way oblivion will never come
because exists the night breath of your sheets
where the force of the love sleeps

YOUR WORLD AND MINE

I slide cautiously in your silent night
stumbling over your mysterious moon
that reflects the way of your vale
where your forest is today a solitude and silence
I love and miss the song of your night
the murmur in the distance
I listen from your springs
the feel of your tremors
the smell of your desires
All this confuses me
and therefore I cry out to the world of dreams
that moves me to your world of spring

ONLY TO LOVE

That the ego of the force saves inconveniences

let yourself to be loved

your flesh needs it

EXCITED

I wake up you and my blood wakes up

for the fever that it waves

in your intoxicated skin of my skin

I overflow like a river

that runs to look for its bank

In this moment your arms

there are two branches of another lovely dream

with leafs that they shelter

not to him

but to my five corporal domains.

THE HILLS

Molded bosoms of millennial clay

- sensitive scales –

- to roar of bells –

with two ruby crucibles

that crown the dance

- golden spheres –

- craters in flames –

- challenging summits –

- not promoted mountains –

- flowers between rocks –

- precious stones –

- diamantine hills –

- full moons –

- to sing of sirens –

- proud pigeons –

- flights of larks –

- playful gulls –

- rains of stars –

- constellations in shades –

- sweet conches –

of affectionate fantasies

close to your vale of the silence

LOOK FOR YOU

In the most southern area of your taboos

in the infinite land of your kisses

in the most remote attic of your euphoria

there where the abyss threatens your sanity

there... and not in another place... I look for you.

I KNOW

I know

the power of the flesh the prohibited

of the desire of the kiss

I know

the power of the words

of the silence of the caress and the look

I know

the power of the past of the present

and of the always uncertain future

I know

the power of the desire

of the secret feelings

that hide behind the shades

I know

the power of the fears

that grip a soul that despair

I know

the panic the horror and the fright but also

I know

the power of the magic

of the force of the illusions and the dreams

that will take us to the library

of the happiness where

we will own other worlds.

TEMPLE OF THE HARMONY

I love you in the divine desire
and in the ardent pleasure.
And on having searched for your words
I find kisses, caresses
and passions that devour us.

I love you in your soul, in your body
and as pact of love
I want to drink which hummingbird of your nectar
like marsmelows of thousand colors
that emanate from your sources
in the depths
of your harmony sea.

There I wish to live.

NAKED LUMINOUS

I

want

you.

Remain naked

with your fresh breasts on my chest

and your vagina wrapping my erection.

Remain naked

so that I kiss you....so that I love you

so that I caress your figure with my lips

and mark the shores with fire.

Always remain naked

for me.

FLIGHT TOWARDS ME

It is possible that they tie you with chains,

that thinks to be proprietors of your body,

that shut you up with bars.

It does not matter, close your eyes,

open your wings and lifts the flight

wherever I am.

DESIRES TO FLY

Last night I found you again.

Last night, you were there,

white, pure, radiant

like an angel of white wings

and soft skin that you have always been.

Last night I found you again, looking at me,

waiting for a gesture, a look, a call,

longing for only one wink.

Last night you were there,
anxious for give yourself and to get lost,

anxious to fly to the unknown world,

but already real world.

Worlds where... are not only words, but feelings.

Perhaps were you also an angel of white wings?

ME

I am the one that all the dawns die
and all the dusks born for you.

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THE
PARADISE
OF THE UNIVERSE

What will say my solitary soul

on having entered the interior of the woman

that represents the entire universe

and to walk along her paradise of loves

listening to the music of her unnerving violins

of the kiss and her lustful pantings

that shakes her fecund belly

wise and learned in the delights of love.

She invites me to slide repeatedly to the rhythm

of the warm music from the paradise of loves

that makes rock her life

in giving clouds

of eternals delights

that expresses hidden secrets

in cases of solitude

medallions of memories

and nostalgics parchments.

It is delightful to remind her in this way

and to know she is with me.